The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback

much for comin

ing off the loud jazz music and the suffocating smell of expensive cigars. She let out a long breath, her sh

He was already pulling at his tie, yanking it loose with a sharp, agitated motion. There was no relief in

flutes. Her younger sister smiled, a bright, practiced flash of white

They were locked on Conrad's back, lingering on the way his shirt stretched across his sh

d. He poured himself a scotch, the ice clinking

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

her voice steadier than she

of her lips, but it was there. "I

ent living room. The silence pressed against her eardrums. She looked at the overflowing ashtrays, the rings of condensati

x it. She always

ys drank too much at these events, and he always woke up with a raging headache if she didn't make her special soup. It was a ritual. Her fing

silver tray. She climbed the stairs, her heart beating a little faster. Maybe tonight

f warm light spilled into the hallway. Estella balanced the

I made yo

died in

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

s. And pressed against him, her back arching into his chest, was Jana. Her sister's dress was unzipped, hanging off her s

ng back against his shoulder. Her eyes were open, staring right at t

ng the floor echoed like a gunshot. Porcelain shatter

over himself. He didn't apologize. He just looked at Estella, his eyes fl

ce was a rasp. It didn't sound like

as calm. Too calm. He reached for a robe, slipping it on with casu

She didn't hide. She walked over to the bed and sat down, crossing her

waiting for the punchline, waiting for him

nches away, looking down at her with a disgust that made her stomach revo

ical blow, knocking the air f

discussing a business merger. "The Lowe family needed a solid alliance with the Nieves name. You

m falling. She looked at Jana, who was examining her nails wit

e embarrassed. Did you really think your little soups and party planning were

s, then turned it toward her. It was a document. A legal document. "I'm done playing gam

ned. Dissolution of Marriage. It was over. Her entire life,

e hardening. "You can sleep in the guest ro

bed. Jana leaned into him, her hand resting on his thigh. They look

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