The Neglected Wife Makes Her Spectacular Comeback

way to the VIP wing's rear service entrance. Her fingers, wrapped around her copy of the

call. To Wall Street, to London, to someone who mattered. He'd pa

t, rhythmic sound of his Italian le

open the door t

was admiring her reflection, a small, satisfied smile playing on her perfectly g

r clattered as she shoved it under her pillow. Her face instantly morph

the fear dissolved into

e's voice was no longer w

idn't say a word. She simply tossed her c

what is this? Please, don't be angry

l said, her voice flat. "You go

her manicured fingers brushing Ciel's wrist. "I know you're upset. But I never meant to come bet

n volume, taking on a per

ned. The touch felt like poison. The force of he

kward, her arm flailing out and knocking o

pet with a dull thud. Water

tsteps sounded f

single, damning glance: the spilled water, Baylie cowering against the headboard, clut

you doing?" he snar

ng Baylie into his arms. "Are

" she whispered, her voice choked with fake tears. "It w

ter manipulator. It sent a wave of

at Ciel as if she were something vile he'd found on the bottom

the woman who had systematically destroyed her life. She

clear and steady, cutting through Baylie's pa

furious gaze wi

ng for PR. I'm fi

ake crying hitched. Dion's eyes widened slightl

"A new tactic? You think threatening di

Ciel. Your little games are so transparent. You think your little salary c

em, so perfectly matched in their deceit, cauterized the woun

ut a small, plain business card. She pl

be in touch with

family law practice was printed on it. His face darkened with a rage

t door, Ciel, and you will never set foot in my home or any other Bolto

sounded like a pro

turned and walked out of the room, leaving t

t clean. For the first time in