Plot Twist: My Husband — Episode 7

my god feeding expensive new york chocolate to some idiot who can't even talk what a waste this stuff costs pennies in manhattan but to a housekeeper whose world ends at the pigger guess it's rarer than gold bars arrogant little new york bitch you'll be crying soon The house is loaded, the kids are sweet

So why'd this old man pay 50 grand to buy a wife from Manhattan? If I had to guess, Arthur's some fat, yellow-toothed Texas redneck who reeks of Want to be my little sidekick, cutie? Who are you?

Who said you could touch her? I asked who you are, and who let you in. My name's Sylvia Warren. I'm the Thorne family's real daughter,

the one you people bought and shipped off to Texas for 50 grand, when I should have been in New York having tea. I'm Arthur Sterling. Good Lord, where's the fat, yellow-toothed redneck who reeks of beer?

This is straight-up the Texas version of Marlon Brando. Rich, handsome, built like a double-door fridge, and a cute little kid I don't even have to give birth to. This isn't exile.

This is God handing me a bonus.