The Penniless Ex-Wife's Spectacular Comeback

an hotel ballroom. The glare from the massive crystal chandelier su

ightly that the sharp corners bit into her palm

couture gowns walked past her hiding

aying in the background. She said it was disgusting that a scandalous

hind her navel. She bit down hard on her lower lip, tasting the metallic tang of bl

llroom suddenly swung open. Came

that moved like liquid around her legs. She looked like a flawless swan. The am

y shrank further ba

, practiced smile as she walked stra

re was Domin

was usually an impenetrable mask of cold indifference. But the second his eyes landed

handed Carly a glass of

envy rippled through

vintage, out-of-print vinyl record. Her voice was soft

was her birthd

re warm. He murmured a low thank you. The corners of

felt as if a massive, invisible hand had reached through her

a shallow breath, forcing oxygen into her b

hadows and walked toward

guests parted, creating a wide path for her. Their faces were t

hing. The slight curve of

turned into chips of black ice, ra

ares of the crowd. She stoppe

lvet box she had been clutching to her che

er. Her voice trembled slightly a

e his hand. He did n

ering height. His gaze was flat, empty, as if he were l

the room st

houlders burned from holding the posture, but she

d, her hand reaching up to touch the diamond neckl

e tension. But as she moved, she intenti

carpet. Her body jerked forward. Her shoul

ock of pain up Adelia's wr

r hands. It hit the polished

snappe

ts custom-designing them, pouring over sketches and overseeing a master jeweler's intricate

her arms, pretending to lose her balance enti

rifying speed. Panic f

ecord inches before it hit the floor. With his other arm, he hooked Carl

a massive, multi-tiered champagne car

eavy. The momentum

ening crack echoed through the silent ballroom. The solid stone fractured, a spiderweb of de

body moved on pure instinct. Sh

ed stone. The razor-sharp edges sliced

e cuts. It dripped down her wrist and sp

n in her hand. Her nerve en

her head up and

checking her for injuries. His voice was low and frantic as he asked if

nce at his wife, who was kne

owd let out a lou

people brought didn't even des

pted into cr

inic's jaw. The sound of the laughter

lt the ice around this man's heart. In this exact moment, that desperate

gle tear. Her tear duc

. With mechanical, terrifying calmness, she picked up the bloody shards of obsidia

her clean hand to smooth d

There was no anger, no sorrow,

's profile and spoke

was sorry t

tone. The muscles in his back stiffened. He

saw he

toward the exit. She pushed open the heavy carved doors of t