The Pitiful Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

o slice through the climate-controlled warmth of the jewelry store. Carly Farmer adjusted

immediate recognition. She rushed forward, her h

specific kind of reverence reserved for the wife of a billionaire

hand and made a sharp, cutting motion. Then, she pulled a small notepad from

a V

ncing toward the back office

d the paper

ed high maintenance, her blonde hair perfectly coiffed, her smile practiced. But Carly saw the tightness at the co

ng her skirt. "What a surprise. Br

is first name. Implying they spoke

hand. She gripped the platinum band on her ring finger. It was a custom piece, a f

t the velvet tray with

a second. "Oh, does it need cleaning? Or perhaps res

dn't play the audio. She just typed, the soft clicks of her nails against t

lt

at the ring, then up at Carly's impassive

typed

presents. Melt it down.

ssociates standing near the display cases froze.

r, surely you're joking. Brice designed this

. Her silence was a heavy, suffocating blanket

to call

tremor of rage, not fear. She was being treated like a servant by t

tight. "Of course not. Th

pocket in her clutch-funded by an account Brice knew nothing abo

order afternoon tea from the Plaza

saction. She had to serve the wife. She had to swallow the insult becaus

hantom weight lift from her finger. It wasn't happiness. It was the r

s just an inch, revealing eyes that were dead calm. She looked at Lola the way a sur

one buzzed. A t

Don't wait u

ehicle. She didn't cry. She didn't throw the phone. She opened a tracking app b

er. In the penthouse ap

ly. Okay. Don't

who had hope. She checked the rearview mirror, her eyes shifting from the wife to th