I Quit Being a Trophy Wife to Reclaim My Empire
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ternally, his body was shrieking. A burning, gnawin
en. He hadn't had a flare-up in four years.
he kitchen, pal
ggins!"
wiping her hands on her ap
inst the marble island. "Make the
icken. She wrung her ha
can't? You've worked
spered. "She blended the herbs herself. She bought them f
at her. "It
spent weeks perfecting it when
remembered Elara sitting by his bed, reading medical journals abo
ing. He poured a glass, bringing it to his lips, desperate for the burn to numb the pain. But as the smell hit his nose, his
y. He dumped the scotch into the si
h," he groaned, sink
ding in a bodega in Queens. The air
rice root," she muttered, pla
ars," the c
d the ginger into a chipped mug. She poured boiling water over
phantom pain in her chest, a sudden worry. Is
y. "Not my problem," she sa
was worse. He was a terror. He yelled at the VP of Marketing
eezed past his secretary, carrying a
weren't feeling well. I brought you a green smoothi
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here," he
a massiv
raw kale hit his stomach like a
oared, clutchin
eyes wide. "But...
oison!
hrough his custom shirt. He closed his eyes and remembered Elar
ot just to control her.
led the private investigator he
n rasped. "W
footprint is... gone. It's like she stepped off the edge of the earth. Whoever he
r excuses!" Ethan s
nthouse in the middle of the d
eft a note. A di
open drawe
vern of emptiness. The hangers cla
e closet. He felt a loose f
piece of p
etter from Columbia Univer
Ms. V
you a place in the acc
m she didn't get in. She had said, "I'm not smart enoug
letter aga
ad sh
the thought landing like a heav
usion. If she was smart enough to get
iversity Science Block.
on the doo
sharp voi
h grey hair cut in a severe bob. She
re Va
Dr.
a lifetime in biology." Shang finally looked up. Her
ublished. I know you're stuck on the vector delivery system for the synthetic protein
t still.
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ater, she cap
"You're overqualified for a
id. "But I need a
orrow. 7 AM. D
The air felt crisp. She took a deep breath, and for t
e street. A silver Audi
dow rol
ssy brown hair and kind eye
amiliar, but Elara
" he ca
a fr
g in the dark closet, hold
d to the paper. "You quit. And
the letter
said, trying to convince
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