His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Healer

nk about gettin

pen, the sound echoing like a gun

gers nervously rubbing the lace cuff of her wedding dress. The mat

wave of freezing air with him. His dark e

smile stretched across her face, making h

ghtly. "It's me. Do you remember what we tal

dging her outstretched hand

ile on her face stiffened. Her stomach d

she picked up a glass of warm water. She held it out to him,

e tired," s

eath. He swatted his hand

s and shattered against the hardwood floor. The shar

he stared at the jagged pieces on the floor, her

e, loosening it with rough, jerky movements. His jaw clen

d. He grabbed the edge of the si

wn onto the floor, landing in the spilled water. He to

rd she tasted copper. The tears she had

d picked up his black briefcase. He snapped it

coffee table. The heavy thu

d. His voice was flat, mech

the top document. The bold black letters at the top re

eyes scanned the harsh clauses. Relinquishment of all rights to the Wilki

est tight. It felt like some

her voice cracking. "I didn't come he

laugh. He stepped closer, his ta

. "You spun a pathetic little story about a rescue to get your hands

ysical slap. A hot tear spilled over he

en from his inner jacket pocket and held it out to h

ds firmly at her sides, refusing to take t

He smelled like expensiv

he said softly, "I will pull every cent of funding from your grandf

he blood drained from her fac

his life's work. It was the o

s. She flipped to the signature lines and pressed the nib in

documents out from under her hands. He checked the signatur

and pointed a long finge

nded. "The guest ro

urned in her chest like acid. She squeezed her eyes shut fo

rom her hair. She threw it onto the sofa, th

f her battered suitcase. She dragged it toward the doo

oorway, she stopped. S

t this," she said, her

her direction as he unbuttoned his shi

ny door slammed shut behind her, the click of the lock