The Betrayed Wife's Spectacular Cold Comeback

streets of Manhattan and pulled up to th

nd lobby. She swiped her keycard and stepped into t

e massive, open-concept living sp

d off her high heels, letting them fall haphazardly onto the rug. She walked bare

oom and turned the silver handles of the

black silk robe. Her skin was flushed from the heat,

herself a generous glass of Cabernet Sauv

overlooked the glittering Manhattan skyline. She picked up her tablet from the

division clauses when the electron

he screen, switching the app from the leg

ened. A gust of wind bl

it onto a chair. He walked into the living

crying in bed. He expected h

pping wine, scrolling through a magazine.

ng the knot. He walked over and

aid. His tone was arrogant, laced with the expectation of gratitude. "

e screen. She lazily swiped

she mu

clench. A surge of irrational anger flared in his che

tal casing, his phone erupted in a lo

he phone out. The screen

ered it

aker, so loud Kaya could hear it clearly from t

y black card! She said if I don't go to the dinner with th

calm

mine shrieked. "If you don't come back right now and s

eyes widened in absolute terror. His fingers

r the balcony!" Grady yelled, his voice cr

into his pocket and

ed for Kaya to stand up. He waited for her to scream at him for leaving h

er head. She looked

wine. She lowered the glass and offered him

d softly. "The roads a

een punched in the stomach. T

enetrable wall slamming down between them. She was

nd spinning. But the threat of Jasmine ju

d and sprinted f

ite smile vanished from Kaya's face. Her feat

wine in one gulp and slamme

to her email, and clicked "Confirm" on