The Pitiful Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

money and too few morals. The air was thick with the acri

heavy velvet curtain and a decorative screen. She wore a brunette wig and thick

, who was wearing a dress Carly recognized. It was a Saint L

re with them. Bric

ce?" one of the men a

drag from his cigar. "

fe?" another asked

e device hidden in her purse. Her han

a necessary arrangement. You know her family's trust is t

ue, it took the air out of her lungs. He was eras

t all there. Mute, docile. Perfect for signing documents when needed, but essentially just a ghost in the house. We

intenance signature machine,"

a finger down his chest. "Most men would ha

mple. "In this house, you're the only w

crazy, dam

betrayal; it was the erasure. He had rewritten her entire

Carly held up a hand sharply, slipping a hundred-dolla

nodded and

rned to business, then to lewd jokes

enough. She stop

ke a ghost. The cold air outside felt li

The words echoed in her h

k-in closet. It was filled with rows of designer gowns, shoes, a

na

chiffon, velvet. She ripped them from

a frenzy. She wasn't crying. She wa

opened be

mountain of clothes on the floor

hell are y

y. She turned to face him. Her face