The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback

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tense enough to leave a bruise. Edith forced the corners of her mouth upward

of Art, the pinnacle of New York's social calendar. To the world, they were the perfect couple. The formidable Giovanni Baldwin, the King

pitiful smile, her eyes gleaming with a mockery that only Edith could see. Kassandra, the younger sister of Giovanni's late

scinator approached, her champagne flute sloshing.

her, but Giovanni's voice cut

en, but the words landed like a physical blow to Edith's chest. He wasn't just talking about t

confusion. A heavy silence pressed down on the small group. Edith fe

g the eye of a consortium partner acro

wrist flicked. It was a sharp, deliberate movemen

ignon soaked into the pure white silk instantly, spreading like

e flashbulbs went crazy, capturing the mom

and dabbed uselessly at the spreading stain. His eyes met hers

his voice carrying to the linger

rip shifted from her arm to her wrist, his fi

to the room, his tone brooking no argume

s, the wet fabric clinging cold and heavy to her legs. The

the Rolls-Royce in a silence so thick it pressed against Edith's eardrums. She stared out the window

is eyes catching hers for a brief second. It

as silent. The doors opened into the sprawlin

shoved

aring sound was loud in the quiet room-the hem of her ruined gown ha

at him, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. This was the part of the night s

at her. He walked to the grand fireplace, above which hung a life-sized por

a long moment, his shoulders

th, and the cold mask of indifference w

r throat, not squeezing, just holding, a promise of violence. He walked h

estured with his chin toward the crimson stain on her dre

er to clean the wine stain he had deliberately cre

asped, her hands cl

, but on her shoulders, forcing her d

e hissed, his gaze flickering back to the portrait

an the public humiliation. He didn't ju

entire time. His expression

t of her like water from a cracked glass. Her head lolled back, her cheek pressing against the cold

llapse onto the expensive rug, a

lously wiped his own fingers, as if touching her had been a contaminatio

didn't need to. The silence w

e door to his study closed wi

he in her body, and the creeping terror of his bottomless hatred swallowed her w

ziness crashed over her, pul

, hidden deep within the lining of her clutch a few inches away on

ract is compromised. They know about o