The Unwanted Wife's Ultimate Escape Plan

re gone. He had made a call. The room was quiet again,

his legs. He studied her face, searching for a crack in her

. She stared out the window

, his voice a low, venomous hiss. "Was this the plan all along? A w

de with disbelief, were dark pools of pai

o collapse at your office, in front of everyone. It's brilliant, really. Public sympathy

hat it was almost absurd. With a surge of adrenaline, she grabbed

hind him with a dull thud, water splashing a

glacial. He walked to the bed, placing his hands on either side of her,

terms of our agreement. The Medi

that document-pages and pages of cold, legal text t

s precise and cruel. "Your primary function was to provide an heir.

ance to carry a child of mine ever again. The very thought of it disgusts me. Until we find a

e future hope she hadn't even known she was holding was ex

she asked, her voice holl

. His grip on her wrist tightened reflexively, a flash

awing breath in my facility, you will stay here, and you will play the part of Mrs. Kensingt

pure, undiluted misery. Tears finally began to slide from the co

ng hatred. "I would rather die," she said, her voice perfectl

urge of frustration so powerful it made him want to smash something. He

, pulling out a checkbook and a pen. He scribbled a num

legs. "A settlement," he said, his voice

e picked up the check, crumpled it into a

e before falling to the floor. His face darkene

His assistant peeked in. "Mr. Kensington? The pa

was a final twi

ad away, presenting him with her back.

d to say something, to do something, but the rage and a confusing, suffocatin

a tablet. It displayed the latest invoice

ce cold and hard. "But cancel all of her supp

off her wings. He would make s