His Accidental Cure: The Runaway Contract Wife

fumbled with the deadbolt, her hands still shaking, and leaned her back against the door, gasping f

s screeching. She splashed the icy water on her face, trying to wash away the scent

es and dark purple bruises blooming on her neck. The marks

own worn clothes. She shoved it deep into the bottom of her la

er jump, her heart leaping into her throat. They

It was a man in an impeccably tailored suit, his face a sto

te attempt to hide the marks on her skin. She took a deep, stead

out a thick manila envelope. "Mr. Winters' final

s. The words at the top of the page seemed to leap out at her: DISSOL

sary," Alistair explained, his voice devoid of any emo

rt. But it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of intoxicating relief. She was free. Fr

the wobbly side table and signed her name on

iance. He took his copy of the agreement, left a carbon

opy of the divorce papers clutched in her han

esponse, she had her security team track his lead attorney's movements, expecting to find Devaughn and demand answers about his recent erratic behavior. Instead, the GPS had led her here, to this wretched part o

h a look of utter disgust, her high he

r open without even knocking, pushing her

silk-gloved hand to her nose. "My God, it smells of p

ed, her voice dripping with venom. "Don't think you can use some sor

. "I have no interest in the title of Mrs

be grateful we even acknowledged you. A low-born nob

ed, picked up the divorce papers from the coffee

oice ringing with finality, "I am no

g in shock as she saw Jeanie's signat

on. She thought it was a trick, another one of Jeanie's pathetic

looked incensed. Her authority had been challenged. This divorce had be

er prey. Something was out of her control, and she hated it

n the slightly aj

ble nod to her personal maid, who ha

ed on Eleanor, the woman moved swiftly and silently t