The Unwanted Wife's Glorious Comeback

n sink and stared at her reflection. Her eyes were red. Her skin looked sick

ith a towel and open

g against the wall opposite the door. His arms were crosse

question. He was accusing her. He believed she had

to him," Elana said.

rowed. He didn't

he hall, followed by two maids. They were carrying Elana

d the master suite. It was a room she had nev

doors of the master suite and pushed them open. "Don

from the sofa, and sat down in th

was decorated in dark grays and navy blues. It was comple

ide of the bed. There was a small alarm clo

age was dog-eared. Before she could read the text, Atlas stood up, w

Elana's light-colored dresses next to Atlas's row of dark,

inished and

ic

avy deadbolt turnin

hair and strode across the room. He grabbed the brass handle and twi

wood. "Mr. Conrad instructed me to lock the door from t

inst the door. The veins in hi

ive king-size bed. She watched hi

st heaved once. "Don't think

t it was," Elan

top. The blue light washed over his face. He bega

om. She stripped off the heavy black gown. She looked at herself in the

Atlas was still typin

the heavy duvet and slipped underneath. The sheets smelled like him. Cedarwood and a

ent dark, save for the glow of his screen. She turned her ba

avy. At 1:00 AM, she heard the s

n the extreme right edge. There was at least four fe

he heat radiating from his body across

thing, you are wrong," Atlas's voice cut

hard she tasted coppe

ack. The moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, illuminating his profi

his bare forearm. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to comfort him

t was a book about Paris. About memories that never le

ell into a restless sleep. Her body, seeking warmth in the c

out. Her fingers brushed agai

t completely rigid. He looked down at the small, pa

woken her up and yelled at her. But he didn't.

eep. She mumbled a word

tl

e looked at her face.

. He moved it off his arm and placed it back on her side of the bed. T