Ex-Wife Rising: The CEO's Regret

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trace of Fallon's body heat. His jaw tightened. His immediate, violent inst

rom his pocket, unlocked it, and h

ne up to her," Corbin or

her get into the private elevator. She looked extremely exhausted. She is likely al

there might be evidence on it-texts, call logs that could prove she hit Ashely intentionally. Se

n of the pink phone

popped up on the lock scre

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themed private club in downtown Manhattan. It was notorious among th

ybach seemed to drop ten

earlier sarcastic comment in the car hadn't jus

text, shedding her ruined clothes, slipping into a tight dress

n his chest. It was a blinding, irrationa

eft. The heavy Maybach performed an illegal U-turn in the middle of Park Avenue, the tires squealing

e the penthouse, Fallon was

e door. "Madam, Mr. Vance is downstairs in the lobby.

o send him away. But before she could speak, the p

rching right up to her. He grabbed a heavy cashmere coat from the sofa and pra

erself sitting in the darkest, mos

teeth. The air smelled of expensive gin and burning herbs. Surrounding her

y to the men. "I brought you 'Aspirin', 'Ibuprofen

augh. It was the first time her faci

gne in her hand, but she hadn't taken a single sip. She felt completely detache

ently picked up a soft throw blanket from the back of the sofa and draped it carefully over

lightly and offered him

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oor of the VIP booth wa

floor rushed into the room, followed

ights from the hallway backlit his broad should

he booth ins

on Fallon leaning back, surrounded by five male escorts, with one of them intimately

stepping between Corbin and Fallon. "Mr. M

ok at Jax. His eyes w

ainst her ribs. She stared at him, completely

er pink phone. His voice cut through the heavy

Corbin said. "But it seems yo

s wrist. He t

soft, almost inaudible puff, its silence mor

s chest heaved once. "You rea