Ex-Wife Rising: The CEO's Regret

ike a bucket of ice water t

in his eyes wasn't just anger anymore; it was a deep, visceral disgust. He was loo

lummeted, hit

her voice barely a whisper, pushin

g down a woman with your car, you have the appetite to come here and roll around with a pack of male escort

ctly at Corbin's chest. "You're a bastard, Mcgowan! Do you have any idea wha

to Jax. His eyes then slid lazily over th

, dripping with lethal condescension. "Vance, does everyone

d, slashing through Jax and buryin

d into solid ice. She stood up. She pushed past Cade, ignoring th

her eyes onto his. Her posture

tely hollowed out, devoid of any pleading or warmt

on of an inch. Her sudden, icy

ing in ultimate mockery. "Perfect. I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, F

is heel and walked out, the heavy door swingi

inued to pound, but the atm

of panic and guilt. "Fallon, I...

k at him. She reached down, picked up her coat,

was jolted awake by a fra

alarm. It wa

standing by the front door, her hands wringing her apron. "Madam, there are

e remote and turned on the mas

ertainment news channel was fl

n bold, blood-red letters: MCGOWAN WIFE'S WILD NIGHT O

te, making it look like Fallon was leaning intimately against one of the men. Someone had tipped off the paparazzi. It wasn't Corbin. He hadn't had the time or the

tal, looking devastated. "Ashely saw the news this morning," he told the cameras, his voice shaking. "

ed ringing incessantly. The caller ID flashed rapidly: her P

answer a

e feet cold against the hardwood floor. The pieces

ly execute her reputation before the papers were even signed. He was manufacturing the per

tched the morning sunlight crawl across the f

's eyes in the club.

st all their power. Explaining herself to a man who had

ed. The sun

eaters and sweatpants. She pulled out a sharp, tailored white dress. She sat at her v

car keys from th

isp and commanding. "Have the garage pre

orror. "Madam, where are

e. "I am going to visit the 'victim'. This play has