I Was His Substitute Bride Chapter 45
Big words were spoken. Reality, as always, was brutal.
The Prescotts froze Spencer’s bank accounts. Blacklisted us within the industry.
My law firm was a ghost town.
I decisively cut my losses. Dissolved the firm. Liquidated the property.
As the office was being emptied, my assistant asked me if it was worth it.
She’d seen with her own eyes how I’d hit rock bottom for a man. How I’d slowly clawed my way back. And now, for another man, I was losing it all again.
I said simply, “Money can be earned again. True feelings, missed, are a lifetime’s regret.”
I was confident. Even if I lost everything, I could always take it back.
Spencer grew a lot too.
The rich young master who once didn’t know the price of groceries moved with me into a rental in Brooklyn. Learned to cook. To buy groceries.
He’d walked right into a job at the family company upon graduation. Now, he had to send out resumes himself, one by one.
Companies, intimidated by the Prescott Group’s pressure, didn’t dare hire him.
He tried asking friends for help. His former best friend, Ted, avoided him like the plague. “My dear boss, don’t contact me for a bit. Your father’s given the word. Anyone who helps you, his family’s business ties are cut. My dad would kill me.”
Day after day of rejection sent his mood into a tailspin.
Watching me ghostwrite legal briefs under a pseudonym again, earning less than a tenth of what I used to, he felt even more ashamed. “I’m sorry, Victoria. I dragged you down.”
