Shattered Vows: Ruining My Billionaire Ex-Husband

e moment the plastic wheels clattered against the marble, the guests scattered. They pulled their expensive silk dres

around the heavy brass handle. She pressed down, ready to pull the door open and step out in

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iolent, paralyzing shockwave through her nervous system. Her fingers locked aroun

ated in pure, unadulterated panic. Cecil was

aring at him, her chest heaving. Her

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her heart. The blood drained from Fi

The hatred she felt for the man standing in front of her was so intense it made her vision blur. She clam

ith the sick satisfaction of a predator cornering its prey. He slowly raised his hand, r

jerked her head away. The physical revulsion was instantaneous. The panic in her

the eye and let out a

eep on the concrete before I ever let you pa

eak made the smug smile sl

ng his space. She lowered her vo

you, I will burn the entire Ellison empire to

ty in her eyes made Ce

heavy oak door open with brutal force. A violent gust of freezing wind, thick with the season's

idn't look back at the golden light spilling from the doorway. She abandoned th

evered the jazz music and the murmurs of the wealthy guests instantly. The wo

r her boots. The wet snowflakes landed on the thin canvas of her jacket, melting instantly and soak

y had barely survived three years in storage, but it still held a charge. Her fingers were so numb they felt like blocks of wood. She tapped the screen, but the signal bar hovered desperately at a single, weak line. Instead of fumbl

cheap, run-down motel deep in the heart of Manhattan. The address w

assive silhouette of the Ellison estate slowly faded into the dark, snowy night. She pressed her forehe

ew crumpled bills in her pocket. She dragged her suitcase down the wet, neon-lit sidewalk until she reached a 24-hour p

led the flash drive from her pocket-the same drive she had hidden inside a hollowed-out book in the prison li

the accident and Kimberly's betrayal slowly crystallized, those dreams turned to ash. By the second year, she had stopped hoping. By the third, she had started planning. She had even called a lawyer from the priso

he document. The warm paper slid out

and signed her name. She pressed down so hard the ballpoint tore through the

x. The heavy thud of the envelope hitting the bottom of the bin echoed in the empty room. That

ically above the glass door. She pushed it open. The lobby smelled strongly of cheap pi

he slid the bills across the scratched counter. The man behind the plexiglass stared at her bruised face and wet clothes

, shoved the key into the lock, and twisted hard. The door stuck, requiring a hard shove with h

st onto the mattress. The old springs shrieked in protest under her weight. The bed wa

slipped from the corner of her eye and tracked down her temple, disappearing into her