Too Late, CEO: Your Ex-Wife Is Gone

ently that the metal keys rattled against the lock. The lingering adrenaline from the

spilled coffee from the violent turbulence. It pooled silently on the pristine white marble f

g them fall with a loud, messy clatter into the silver entr

ed off carelessly, entirely out of place in the minimalist, expensive hallway. A cold, bitter certainty settled i

silk tie lay there. It was the dark blue tie she

drifted from the sunken living ro

e clashed violently with the ringing still echoing in her ears-the screams

gs felt like lead. She leaned her weight against

red momentarily. She blinked hard, forcing

sat on the expensive leather couch.

e leaned in, her chest brushing Julian's

layed on his usually stoic lips. He adjusted the cuffs of his t

aircraft. The oxygen masks dropping. The a

tomach. Acid rose in her throat. S

nst the wall. Her elbow bumped

lian's sharp, predatory

. A cold, displeased stare replaced

drop of bourbon on the rug. She clutched her

e timid, respectful intern caught off guard. "I was

directly onto Julian's face. She felt no anger, only a fr

e looked at the puddle f

d. His tone was harsh and irritated. "Y

ited for him to ask about her delayed flight from Boston. Sh

oice dropping in temperature. "I had to attend the chari

ity. He had no idea about the crash. O

els today?" Arielle asked. He

n irritably. He adjusted his

ings, Arielle. I don't have ti

. She bit her lower lip

rs. Sinclair," Karli offered, playing t

ed her icy g

se immediately," A

t Julian with wide, teary, victim

tood up, his tall frame dominating the room. "There is

blow. He defended the intern. He scolded his

e for him snapped. The sound was silent, b

turned away from the living room and began