Beyond Divorce: He Is Not The Same

minutes. Chris wal

Rolls-Royce, but one car remained. A cherry-red B

s wearing oversized Chanel sunglasses and lipstick the color of fresh blood.

a show, Mr. Ol

resting against the door of her car. He lo

ng me, Adelia. That'

intelligent, and currently wide with surprise. No one spoke

nicured nails on the steering wheel. "She traded a wolf

ice," Chris

ound. "I like you, Chris. You're... differe

orts wer

, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Elizabeth

e the Olsons burn

ked the doors. "Get in.

the passenger seat. The car smelle

e exit of the lot. She looked out the back window

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alousy, hot and acidic, clawed at her chest. "Dr

engine. She wove through traffic

He didn't gasp. He watched the road with the bored d

d?" Adelia asked,

with people actively sho

heel tightened. "Who a

scenic overlook high

ake a relationship. I get the buzz. I get to humiliate

back of her neck. He didn't squeeze, but the weight of hi

't just want to be seen. I want 200 million dollars in a b

against her ribs. The audacity.

're expensive for

his thumb tracing the pulse point

s eyes. She saw darkn

she wh