My Coldhearted Ex-Husband Demands A Remarriage

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against the biting draft leaking through the

es bruised the skin under her eyes. She looked exactly like wh

om

her leg. He reached up on his tiptoes, his small ha

oo much like the ghosts of her past-were

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ay and shoved it into h

mile that made her facial muscles ache. "I won't

nodded

p baby shampoo. She stood up, her spine snapping straight. She had t

alked out the ri

r. She shivered, wrapping her arms around her chest as she hurrie

he subway station. The smell of stale ur

e into her tote bag, her fingers wrapping protective

kers and stained work boots around her were slowly r

led her frayed sleeves

s-and-steel monolith of the Morgan Group building loom

e revolving doors, and walked across the pri

en look up. He continued typing on his

retary pool. I have a delivery for Ms. Slattery. My supervisor handed me this d

his gaze up and down her cheap suit, his

n. "Yes, the... runner is here," he drawled, making

the back hallway. "Freight elevato

idn't argue. She turned and

he digital numbers climb higher and higher. Her stomach twisted into tight,

ors sl

foyer lined with French doors.

ud of heavy, sickeningly sweet

rame, draped in a custom silk robe that

dn't step aside. She just held out her hand

k. She pulled the velvet box from h

it. She flipp

ive, custom-cut sapphire bro

with smug satisfaction. "Doyle is so predictabl

cal pain pierced Erika's chest. She bit the

turned slightly, checking her reflection in the mirrored wa

t, please," Erika said, h

e clipboard from Erika's hand, scribbl

ered to

nt down and picked up the paper, k

liation. "Don't look so miserable. And don't get any i

a said coldly. She shoved the paper int

reaching for

st time, her eyes caught the tiny, engraved

r button, desperate to es