The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback

for coming. Please be

until her cheek

hutting out the blaring jazz music and the suffocating smell of expensive ci

ies, she personally folded t

begun to tug at his tie, loosening it with a stiff, impatient motion. There was no relaxation in his postu

estaurant, holding two ha

sharp white tooth. "Another perfect party

as fixed on Conrad's back, lingering on the way his shirt clung to his shoul

e poured himself a glass of Scotch whisky, the ice cli

. Her perfume-Estella's signature scent, the one Conrad had give

her voice more steady than sh

witch of her lips, but it was there.

living room. The silence was oppressive. She looked at the overflowing ashtray and the condensation on the ant

it. She's always

oo much on these occasions, and if she didn't make him her special soup, he would always wake up with a splitting headache. It was a ritual. Her fin

r plate. She climbed the stairs, her heart beating slightly faster. Perhaps tonight, after t

m sunlight streamed into the hallway. Estella, carrying

made your

stuck in h

d over the rim, scalding her wrist, but she didn't

essing table, a white towel loosely wrapped around his waist. And

, she went away on her ow

er. Conrad's lips were on Yana's neck, his hands gripping h

er head back on his shoulder. Her eyes were open, fixed on the d

the floor echoed like a gunshot. Porcelain shattered, and

mpt to hide himself. He offered no apology. He simply looked at Estella, his

as hoarse and grating. It didn't sound

calm. Too calm. He reached for a bathrobe, casually put it on, and

didn't hide. She walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, crossing

, waiting for the outcome, waiting for him to

from her, looking down at her with a look of utter disgust that made her naus

ysical blow, sucking the air out

sing a business merger. "The Lowe family needs to forge a strong alliance with the Nieves family. You're just a subs

om falling. She looked at Yana, who was idly examining her fi

should be ashamed. Do you really think your little soups and party plans are enoug

en turned it towards her. It was a document. A legal document. "I don't want to play games an

e marriage was dissolved. It was all over. Her entire life, her e

rning cold. "You can sleep in the guest room to

to Yana. Yana leaned against him, placing her hand on his thigh. They l

est room area. She didn't remember closing the door. She just stood in the dark, empty