Chapter Fifty Six

Yvette

"Dad, I require a hundred thousand dollars from you," I said as I sank into the sofa across from him on the terrace. "It's for my wardrobe change, and actually, I'll need more than that."

"How old are you, Yvette?" My father interrupted me.

"Thirty. Why?" I questioned with a frown.

"Where are you supposed to be now? Let me rephrase that; who are you supposed to be with, seeking more money?" He queried.

"You?" I replied.

"You're supposed to be with your husband, you fool!" He yelled. "You had choices, but you let them go. Adrien Vasanten would've been the perfect man for you."

"It's not my fault that..." I started to say, but he cut me off again.

"It's your fault! Yours only!" He hissed. "You had to sleep with his brother, didn't you? Brandon had nothing to offer, but you chose him over the one person capable of taking care of you. Now your sister is living like a queen."

"You think I don't know that?" I exclaimed. "I was foolish to think Brandon would be the better candidate fo