Page 61 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

Felicity didn’t know what to say. “What do you mean? You got all that money from the divorce.”

Brittany shook her head. “I wanted people to think I had money, but Bruce had a good lawyer. We had no kids, and I didn’t work the whole time we were married. It was all his money to begin with, so I didn’t get much in the divorce. And what I did I already spent.”

Felicity had a hard time feeling sorry for Brittany. She was a self-centered brat and it looked like finally she was getting what she deserved. “Then I guess you’ll have to get a job.”

“Who’s going to hire me?” Brittany gave her a tearful look. “I have no skills.”

Felicity wanted to suggest she go flip burgers but thought better of it and bit her tongue. “I’m sure there’s something you can do.”

Brittany sniffed, and Felicity picked up the box of tissues from the coffee table and handed them to her. She pulled one out and blew her nose. “I don’t know what to do with my life.”

“So, getting a billionaire to marry you was your plan?” Felicity couldn’t believe the words had left her mouth. Since when was she the mean one? She was the kind-hearted girl while Brittany was the snarky person. She wasn’t sure where that snark had come from.

Brittany teared up again and hung her head. “It was stupid to come here. I know that. I was just desperate. I married Bruce so young. I thought we would be together forever. It wasn’t until...” Her voice trailed off and she pulled another tissue from the box and dabbed at her nose.

“Until what?”

Brittany looked like she had something sour in her mouth. “After we married, Bruce told me he had a girlfriend.”

Felicity’s mouth dropped open. “Are you kidding me?”

“No. He said he married me to keep up appearances and as long as I did what he wanted, I could live a life of luxury.” She twisted the tissue in her hand. “I was devastated. I thought he loved me.” She blinked back tears. “Stupid.”

“You weren’t stupid for falling in love.” Felicity couldn’t believe she’d said those words. How many times had she felt stupid for falling in love with Aiden?

“I thought we had a connection. We talked and laughed. I thought we were good together. Instead, he liked how I looked on his arm.” She scoffed. “He told me I had to look the other way when he was with other women.”

“Disgusting.” How could a man do that?

Brittany motioned to her. “Right? He thought I’d just sit back and let him do that?” She frowned. “He was wrong.”

“What did you do?”

“At first, I didn’t do anything. I was so embarrassed that I’d been that naive. I’d jumped at the chance to marry Bruce. I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. When he turned out to be a jerk, at first, I thought I’d gotten what I deserved. It took me a while to get angry enough to do something.” She wiped her fingers under her eyes, smearing her mascara.

Felicity looked down at the carpet. She wasn’t sure what she would do in that situation either. She could understand why Brittany felt embarrassed, wanting to hide the truth about the marriage.

Brittany shifted on her chair and pulled another tissue from the box. “When I had had enough of his lies and manipulation, I decided to expose him. Publicly. I called the media to show up when I knew he was withher.”

“Ha! Good for you.”

Brittany dabbed at her eyes, but she did smile a little. “Yes, my plan worked quite well. There was no mistaking what was going on between them. It didn’t make national news or anything, but he was definitely exposed to all of his local socialites.”

“Serves him right.”

She nodded. “Yeah, it did. He was blackballed for a while, which felt good. Unfortunately, you don’t embarrass any of the Wellingtons without consequences.”

“He divorced you.”

Brittany sighed. “Yes, and he made sure I didn’t get any of his money. So here I am. Yesterday’s old trash, tossed out.”

“You’re not old trash.” Felicity felt bad for her. She couldn’t imagine what Brittany had gone through. She must have been heartbroken and humiliated. She never would have thought she’d feel bad for Brittany, but it was obvious she’d been acting out of desperation.

“What am I good for? I have no job. I’m getting kicked out of my apartment. My bank account is overdrawn.” Brittany’s voice cracked and she pulled another tissue. She now had a small mountain of them crumpled on her lap.

“You can overcome this.” The phrase sounded lame even to Felicity’s ears. What good did saying that do? She couldn’t promise Brittany anything. She couldn’t hire her, and she couldn’t help her out financially. All she could do was offer platitudes.

Brittany sighed and slumped in her chair dramatically. “I don’t see how. I’ll be living on the streets soon.”

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