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

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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