The Betrayed Wife's Spectacular Cold Comeback

he mahogany-paneled study, a soft ve

the massive desk. The picture showed her and her husband, Grady Kelle

nancial reports from the polished surface. She turned to her

two inches and stopp

ed, but the drawer refused to open further. Som

ched her hand into the narrow gap, her fingers blind

ething cold and metallic. It felt

echoed in t

rawer popped upward, reve

finger under the wooden panel

lay scattered in the dark reces

n and picked u

the image. Her lun

nd matching panties. She was lying on the very desk Kaya was currently kneeling besid

hake. The tremor moved up h

from her grip and f

f the photos. Dozens of them. Jasmine in the shower. Jasmine in Grady's bed. Jasmine wearing Grady'

small, black leather di

She swallowed hard, forcing down the bile rising in

ted handwriting fil

s sick. She's my sister. But she

urring. She stopped on a date from tw

hield. As long as I have a wife, no one will ever look too closely at me and my little Yue. Kaya will be the perfect

hand over her mouth. Her chest heaved as she fo

ounded in t

he light click of heels. Low voices

nd the diary back into the hidden compartment. She sl

oom and slipped behind the heavy, floor-to-ceiling

e doors s

e tears. "She completely ignored me at afternoon tea. She thi

a low, soothing rumble. It was a tone

tains tickled her nose. She pressed her bac

slit in the fab

Grady wrapped his arms around her waist

e wrapped her arms around his neck

buried his face in her neck. "

emanded, her fingers digging into his hair.

inger on Kaya in two years. I swear it. She's a prop, Jasmine. A

a bit down on her lower

ed her. The metallic taste of

her legs around his waist. He carried her toward the inner d

d them. The heavy wood muffle

out from behi

racing anymore. It felt completely still. The warm, devoted

hand. She turned her back to the closed door, placed on