For both the families, It was just a business deal. A partnership, that would ensure their 'Billionaire' titles. And to top it all off, they even agreed to lump their children's life, by marrying them.
The future couple had a plan of their own. A co...
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For the next two weeks, Jennifer, Mom, and I spent all our time buying furniture and dishes for what would soon be my restaurant. Daphne often came along; her advice always turned out to be a great addition.
"You know, my first husband was a property dealer. I often helped him decorate the houses. He was really good at his job. The homes he sold were exactly like him, polished on the outside and rotten on the inside," Daphne said. Jennifer looked a bit lost at her comment. She doesn't know Daphne too well and isn't used to her habit of connecting everything to her ex-husbands.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Jennifer said.
"Well, I'm not. Not even when I tipped off the tenants about the bear-sized mold in the basement. My husband spent so much energy hiding it. He could have gotten rid of the problem with half that effort," Daphne replied.
"You did a noble thing. That is a health hazard," Jennifer said.
"I know, right? That's what I said in my divorce hearing. My husband could have tried to kill me by planting one in our house too. No wonder that bastard rarely came home," Daphne huffed in annoyance. Her two ex-husbands were surely bad people, but none of them wanted to kill her. Mom assured me of that, though Daphne is still convinced otherwise.
"So where is he now? I hope he's in for good," Jennifer said, holding a cream-colored fabric.
We were in a clothing mill owned by a good friend of the Ahujas. Mom told me it would be good for our business if more people knew about the opening of the new restaurant.
"Did you notice that vile man on the billboard when we were crossing Central Avenue? That was him," Daphne said, looking at a fabric display for curtains.
"So he didn't get any jail time?" Jennifer asked, dropping the fabric she was holding.
"No, he pinned it on his associates. Did some charity work and voila! Fredrick Nash became a saint," Daphne said, crushing the fabric in her hand. Mom gently tugged it out of her hold.
"Come on, Daphne. I told you about the lawsuits. The moment Matthew got a whiff of the news, he asked me to tell you. Those billboards are another scam to fool people into thinking he's not neck-deep in debt," Mom said.
"Sorry, Beth. I know you told me. Karma got to him, but I still can't handle seeing his face," she said, pouting.
"Don't fret, Daph. That will go down too," Mom answered.
