The Vengeful Ex-Wife's High Society Comeback

toward the hallway leading to the restrooms.

She held a half-empty martini glass in her hand. He

let out a high-pitched, grating snort, ac

rtini flew through the air and landed directly on the he

er hands tightened around her clutch. A violent urge to strike s

off a clearance rack? You don't belong here a

threw her out? She didn't even have shoes on

y turned their heads. Their eyes locked

n. She made her eyes look hollow and dead, perfect

ce. She reached out and flicked a strand of Corinne's h

vement was small, jerky. The exact r

e's personal space. She lowered

ow your face. After what you did to Alex.

ir was violently sucked from her chest. It felt like a m

straight through the skin of her palms. Warm blood welled u

alking, her voice loud and grating. "She

ose with her free hand. "God, do you guys smell that?

llway. Cell phones were pulled from pocket

er eyes vanished. For one fraction of a second, a

e needed a reason. She couldn't strike first. She needed t

ard. Her voice trembled violent

ought she had won. She thought Corinne was sti

red-painted index finger jabbed v

kward. A dull ache bloomed in her coll

ock the finger. But beneath the velvet sleeve, every muscle i

tsteps echoed from

rin

as J

cefully aborted the kinetic energy bu

o a mask of pure terror. She spun aroun

dropped her hand, but a nervous twitch betrayed her

ocked his eyes on Candi. His stare was so freezing, so u

aking violently. Justus felt the tremors. He knew it wasn't fe

u alright?" he murmured, his tone pl

sniffle. "Not yet," she whispered back, her voice barely a