Discarded Wife: The Shadow Strategist Returns
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de of Botox, diamonds, and indifference. The chandelier above us cost more than most people earne
op sign, but a deep, blood-red velvet that sw
of my back. To the world, we were the power couple of the underw
Craig muttered, leani
said, flashing a smi
r. She was wearing white. Of course she was. Inn
dn't even flick to me; they were glued
social protocol of greeting the wif
ntly. He stepped toward her, a magne
ice dropped an octave. It was the voic
elvet box. "For you," he said to me, but his
ary was thre
delicate silver chain with a butterfl
it for her and gotten the boxes mixed up, o
" I said. My
hed out, her fingers lingering on Craig'
l of venom. She knew. She knew every
nel turned, her movements exaggerated, and her
tered. Win
. A crimson stain blossomed acro
ack, pointing a manicured finger at me.
sic stopped. Three hundred p
I was standing
uch you," I
instantly welling up in her e
didn't look at the witnesses. He loo
o me. His face w
ng with you?
, I di
oed in the silent hall. "You're embarra
s!" Chanel sobbed,
pace, looming over me, using his heigh
ze," he
chin. "I won't apologize f
y wrist. Har
he warned, his voice low and
ce ringing clear and loud. "Why should I apo
m the crowd
nt wide. Then,
think. H
nd las
e. I fell to the marble floor.
ted b
and still raised. He looked shocked at his o
There was no love. N
erical," he
d yanked the wedding ring off my finger.
it to wear th
nd placed the ring-my ring, the ring he
," he sai
Like I was trash.
he ring to her chest. She smirked. It wa
sie," she
d out of the crowd. He looked at me on the floor,
rted. A buzzing
ou see
pushe
left
s ov
ace throbbed. My heart was sh
and of skin where the ring used
d at it, I rea
ight w
weight of being Mrs.
sed around the butterfly necklace he had
l bent, until the butterfly's wingwas cla
zy anymore.
legs were sha
nd. I looked around the room. I looked at the faces
every single
in the cage anymor
ed out. I didn't
t, leaving the blood o