Ex-Wife Rising: The CEO's Regret

sband, yet he felt like a complete stranger. She swallowed

s steady, anchored by the absolute certainty

into a slow, mocking sneer. He looked at her as if s

with venom. "You want me to believe that Ashely risked her ow

poken; it was a physical we

ted, her hands curling into tight fists at

took a sudden, agg

ng. Fallon's body reacted before her brain

g every piece of evidence from that street. The truth is that by tomorrow morning, your face will be

r like a hammer b

oice cracking. She was begging, reaching blindly for a slive

ike a match drop

em. Then, a harsh, humorless laugh erupted from his chest. The s

e had tossed over a chair. He pulled out a sleek leather w

fee table between them. It land

y Hall, the day they signed their prenuptial agreement. In the photo, they were sta

berian winter. "The Mcgowan Group needed the Terrell family's distribution channels in the new en

r, forcing her t

on. A commercial marriage. We b

from Fallon's face. He

ht-she had genuinely believed-that over the past two years, the quiet moments, th

e eye contact, his posture shifting back into the rigid, highly efficient stance of a CEO. "My

what?" she asked, her voice trembling

n said. He spat the four wo

hospital's air conditioning vanishe

had expected him to demand an apology, to punish her, to freeze her out. But she never,

ointed a shaking finger toward the wall that separated them from Ashely's

d together. "This has no

finally tearing through her composed facade. "If it wasn't for h

our times a year. Our phone calls last less than two minutes. The last time we had a real conversat

ut no sound came out. Her

ced at his Patek Philippe watch. Th

tone returning to absolute zero. "

k on her and walk

t divor

back, pronouncing each syllabl

t turn around. His hand

ality clause in our prenuptial agreement. Attempted vehicular a

l see you

ick, impenetrable layer of ice. "Until you can prove in a court