The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Revenge Comeback

h the gaps in the guest room blinds,

scles aching from the ten

violently, the screen flashing with her

ath, her chest tight, and

oice immediately p

night? Tonight is your sister's welcome back dinner, an

m a single word of refu

en, her stomach churning wit

n designer and matching trousers-a subtle testament to a refined taste she'd cultivated as Ke

he guest room into

t the office, and the black card

om the counter and took the

front of the massive wrought-iro

the nightmare she had been discarded from as a

he grand French-s

as covered in fresh white

ble, bathed in the light of the

outure dress, looking every bit

e softened into a rare, affectionate smile as he

ped into the room, the

t with pure disgust. To Eleanor's untrained eye, the exquisite

sister. Why are you dressed l

d the bitter lu

end of the long table

his is al

ver her collarbone, her eyes wideni

my sister. She's proba

up down on the saucer, the

of your life. She has no right to be in a bad moo

s dropped bel

o deeply into her palms t

ed glass of champag

able. "Are you still trying to lie? If you weren't so

same people who had signed the papers to abandon her to

her to this family snapped, leaving

is throat, adjus

rity circle. You will use your title as Mrs. Whi

more opportunities for her and Kenton to be alone i

h ripped out of

ceilings, sharp and completely

nd to my sister?" she asked, pronounc

rren and Eleanor's fac

with tears. She bit her lower

mething so awful... I just wa

aking finger direct

t! I don't know why we ever br

er chair scraped violentl

parents, her eyes colde

ts you so much, I won't stay