Ex-Wife Rising: The CEO's Regret

k eyes locked onto Fallon. The look was heavy, complicated-a violen

or open and walked out, his long strides carrying him str

re for a long time, staring at the space where he had just been. She di

htscape of New York City stretched out before her. The vibrant, pulsing life of the

ocket, her ph

lit up with a text from her be

w the news alerts! Are

nts felt stiff and uncooperative. She typed back a

ge door. Corbin's executive assistant stepped inside.

aid smoothly. "Mr. Mcgowan has

. She knew exactly what this was. It wa

y," she said, her voice

s were very specific. I must ensure you arrive at your residence safe

al safety. He cared about the Mcgowan Group's stock price. He was terrified she would wa

her. Her bones felt lik

down a sterile service corridor, and out through the hospital's

aybach was idlin

on climbed in. As she settled into the plush lea

in the dr

lutter, but she quickly crushed it. He was driving himself. That meant he had

, final thunk. The temperatur

rd. The heavy vehicle glided smoothly out of t

of the Mcgowan Group shares and remain a permanent beneficiary of the family trust,"

e," Corbin replied instantly. He kept his eyes fi

t," Fallo

iress who finally snapped and deliberately tried to permanently eliminate her husband's so

uine confusion. She hadn't been to a club

jecting. He was building a hypothetical profile of the ki

alking about," she said, refu

ck into a suffo

ative. The adrenaline crash hit her body all at once. An overwhelming, crushing wave of exhaustion pulled her eyelids down. She rested

ught she heard Corbin mutter a low, harsh curse. The car seem

oth stop outside her pentho

the harsh streetlights. She felt disoriented and entirely drained. She dragged herself out of the car, mumbled

e ruined Chanel suit and submer

el. He watched her retreating back until she disappeared into the lobby. His

his blind spot, his eyes caug

e dark leather of the rear se

's. She had l