Joke's on Her—My 'Millionaire' Hubby Lives Off Me

Chapter 4

"If you keep meddling in my family, you're going to regret it. Big time."

Miss Taylor didn't seem at all phased by my threat. If anything, she leaned in even harder, putting on a concerned act for Angie.

"Angie's mom," she sighed, "even if you don't like me, you really need to think about what's best for Angie. With that temper of yours, you're bound to hurt her emotionally."

She shook her head, adding, "Sometimes, people need to stop blaming others and take a good look at their own flaws. If your family was truly happy, no one would be 'meddling,' like you say."

Then she turned to Angie, her voice shifting to something soft and fake, like she was about to cry.

"Angie, sweetie, you know I love you like my own daughter. But your mommy really doesn't like me. If she causes too much trouble, I could lose my job. So, from now on, don't call me when you're at home, okay? But don't worry, at school, I'll always be there for you, just like a real mom."

With that, she sniffled dramatically, her shoulders shaking as though she was crying, and hung up the phone.

Angie immediately started crying, kicking my legs.

"Bad mommy! I hate you! I don't want to live with you anymore! I want to live with Miss Taylor!"

She stormed out, sobbing, and Mason shot me a helpless look before rushing after her, leaving his phone forgotten on the bed.

I picked it up and unlocked it, scrolling through his messages with Miss Taylor.

At first, their chats seemed innocent enough. Miss Taylor would send pictures of Angie at school, along with comments like:

"Mr. Carter, Angie said her hair hurt today, so I fixed it for her. Looks like her mom doesn't really know how to do these things, huh?"

"Angie often tells me how great of a dad you are, but she doesn't mention her mom much. Is she not very involved?"

"Today, Angie cried because all the other kids had their moms pick them up. Maybe you could remind your wife to spend more time with her?"

But as time went on, the tone of the messages shifted. Miss Taylor started sending more intimate pictures—her holding Angie on her lap, gazing at her with a soft smile. Some of the photos were taken at angles that revealed far too much of her cleavage.

And then there were the videos of Angie calling her "Mommy." Casual questions followed about Mason's job and income.

Mason, of course, had exaggerated everything, claiming he ran a chain of restaurants and a public company—leaving out the fact that all of our success was due to my hard work.

Miss Taylor, clearly impressed, started sending him revealing selfies.

My grip tightened around the phone, anger surging through me. I wanted to throw it across the room and kick Mason out right then and there.

But no, I wasn't going to make it that easy.

If I was going to deal with them, I was taking them both down—together.

The next day, I sat down with the director of Angie's preschool over coffee. After showing him the messages, his face turned ghostly pale.

"Ms. Carter, I'm so sorry. Miss Taylor's actions have severely violated our school's code of conduct. If you're unhappy, we can terminate her immediately."

He wiped the sweat off his forehead and added, "And I assure you, no reputable preschool would ever hire her again."

I smiled, satisfied.

What Miss Taylor didn't know was that I was a major shareholder in the school.

And I wasn't afraid to use my influence.