Too Late, Mr. CEO: You Lost Her

ana

aranoid friends," Dustin said, meticu

ed, the very picture

nd, hadn't slept i

crossed to hold myself together. "Jami sent me photos of you two in our car. She l

ound of a man burden

. The photos? Probably Photoshop or you misinterpreting a joke. An

regnant,

e on the silk

and suffocating, sucking th

to face

old yo

e d

d to the left before meeting mine. "Or mayb

s you're going to buy her a c

lushing red. "It's corporate housing. For talent ret

books for five years. I understood business whe

rning back to the mirror. "Things are diff

W

he com

ked his

You want a new car? A vacation? Go to Pari

ckbook from his

ped the page out, holding it

fifty thous

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d at th

looked

for half my life, and I

me was a stranger wearing my

your money," I

at do yo

t a di

n lau

t, sharp bark

g dramatic. You're not going to leave me, Eliana. You

this life

me build it,"

hit me like a physical

rious,

and. "Take the money. Calm down. We'll talk

out of t

him to the

was t

ceiling windows, looking out at t

d when we

ht white dress that s

er was a di

ring, but it was a pro

en the receipt in Dusti

ipping with fake sweetness. "Dustin, ar

s she brushed a strand

he room. "Dustin said he bought the furnitur

rking her

en urinating on my rug an

putting a possessive hand

rd the door, not e

," I

sto

rembling with suppressed rage. "You think you c

rned, his

. You're embarra

to my face. This isn't a marriage. It's a farce. You're not a CEO, Dustin. You're a cliché. Y

tching her stoma

stressing me ou

s eyes

, pointing a fi

more word, and you get nothing. N

is finger, th

r money," I repea

razy," he

out the door and

ough the empty apart

n at the che

and let them fall to the fl