"Vivian, what are you doing?"
Layla feigned confusion as she looked at Vivian, tucked her long hair behind one ear, and sighed. "I think you're right. Maybe I was acting impulsively. I'll think it over and get back to you."
Vivian wasn't about to let that happen. She had never liked Layla, and now that she finally had a chance to drive her away, she wouldn't give it up.
Her earlier remark had only come from outrage that Layla would so openly reject her son.
"Where did you get this money?" Vivian changed the subject and waved the check.
She knew Layla's family situation perfectly well. The $6 million the Westons had provided for the wedding had gone directly to Layla's greedy, vulgar stepmother, and there was no chance Layla had ever recovered it.
Layla hadn't worked since getting mar
