His Discarded Wife Was The Real Boss

though he couldn't bring

ing the marble floor as I pa

a mix of dread and fury. I punched in my code. Dustin's arrog

ught I would com

ing, reeking of cheap, sic

nause

bedroom. The wall safe was ajar.

ched

pt

r's ring

what the cat

un a

e one I had bought in Paris. And there, around her neck, da

said. My voice wa

ating sound. She fingered

stin said I could ha

mi. It belonged to my gr

ped fo

scre

he is atta

doorframe, clutching her stomach

irtless, a towel low around his wais

ell are you

finger at Jami. "She

at the neckla

ill buy you a better one. Let h

t about

as the only thing I owned t

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ed for

eked and yanked back. The old

e chain and skittered ac

bitch!" J

cratch me, but I was fas

slappe

d that echoed off the walls.

the worl

He used his full weight, the brute st

w bac

against the soli

white and hot. I slumped to the floor.

oo

taring down at me. He saw the blood poolin

n Jami

lutching her stomach. "I

new it, and deep down,

turned his

He stepped over my blee

? Let me help you u

mfort the woman who stole my life while I bled

side me fina

ether-the invisible, pathetic

. I found the sapphire ring under t

e died in t

p. The room was s

lked

hin onto my shirt, bloo

hem. Dustin did

tor. I stared directly

ry drop of blood. I made sure the

a wife

a wi

going to