Kennedie
I was cursed.
Yeah, that was the only rational explanation for the reason why my life had been going downhill as of late.
I tried to think back, was it that bitter old lady that I flipped the bird about a moth ago. But that was her fault, she was the one who had f**k all to say about the fact that I was wearing shorts at the park.
It was 7am, first thing in the morning and I woke up to face that damned email.
It was from Andrew’s lawyer.
In order to effect the divorce I had to buy out my shares to the Petersen Grand Hotel form him, and it was worth $100, 000,000.
How was that even possible?
But that wasn’t the million dollar question, it was how the f**k was I even supposed to get that kind of money??
My frustration ju
