The Surgeon's Secret: Hunted By My Ex
the floor of the walk-in closet, her cheek pressed against the roug
ovement in
e wrinkles in her dress-she h
fflinks. He was wearing a charcoal gray suit, tailored to perfection.
mirror. His eyes narrowed s
d, his voice flat. "Buy yourself someth
tting on the mahogany surface. It was heavy, made
tonight?" she asked
have important guests coming to town. Try t
t. He didn't
d the engine of his Maybach fade into the distance. S
up with a break
d at JFK after four years of recovery abr
ving to paparazzi. In the background, blurry but unmi
hy he was so angry last night. That's why he
ang. Dianna stared at it. She kn
n, Hunt's mother, clipped across the
hav
ds the southern exposure for her recovery. M
e phone. "This is
"You are just a guest who overstayed her welcome
ne wen
oom. She had chosen the curtains. She had picked t
g. Her fingers punched in the code-her birthday. Hu
k of cash, was a copy of
ge forty. Dissolu
property, and no assets if she initiates divorce
is money. She wan
safe-a precaution she had taken years ago. She
she said when th
ce was shocked. "Is everything al
d. "I want out. Total waiver of assets. I don
Campbell,
o
hung
t had left. She opened the drawer, took out a pair of scissors, and
two halves on t
as heavy, a five-carat stone that felt like a shackle.
ing on top of th
laundry. She stopped dead when
you... going
"No, Mary. I'm going to a place w
then back at Dianna. Her eyes softened w
nglasses to hide her red-r
t the gilded cage that had held her for three years, but as she stepped out the front do
Hunt," she
or and stepped ou