The CEO's Runaway Wife And Secret Triplets

rence room. The air conditioning blasted against her skin, a ruthless chil

by his phone screen. He did not look up. He did not blink. He gave her nothing-no glan

a thick stack of papers across the polished wood toward Eleanor and tappe

h metal so hard her knuckles turned stark white. She pressed the nib to the paper. The

tightened like a steel trap, and he reached up to adjust his immaculate suit jacket, a contemptuous frown twisting the corners of

t the table with a sharp, final click that echoed throug

the front of his jacket w

ed not with warmth but with a cutting, dismissive finality. He turned and walked toward th

er throat swelled thick and painful, but she bit down hard on the inside of h

able-a massive sum for alimony, prin

nsated," the lawyer said, his voice drip

the wood with a trembling hand, grabbed her worn leathe

and fell in shallow, rapid gasps as she watched the digital numbers count down, each flash a taunt.

nd the bright, sterile lights of the lob

ed. Her stomach plummeted as though t

d on his shoulder, her petite frame pressed possessively against him. She held two cups of black coffee, and a massive, gloatin

his hand came to rest at the small of her back, fingers splayed with an ownership that was unmistakable. A ghost of a smirk played at the corne

obby and locked onto Eleanor like

ping with venomous sweetness. "Which Michelin-starred restaurant are we going to tonight to celebrate your freedom? I

eat, something unreadable passed between them-a flicker of contempt, maybe, or a silent, cruel dare.

head, and quickened her pace, aiming for the side exit to esca

rward, smoothly b

concern oozing from every pore. "What are your plans now? Do tell."

her throat. She didn't say a word. She sidestepped Andrea, shoved open the heavy

gh her clothes and bit into her skin. She wrapped her arms tightly around her torso, rub

Pedestrians bumped into her shoulders, but she

te violently. The shrill ringtone pierce

ative. She pulled out the phone. The caller ID flashed: Long Island

fingers shook so badly sh

athed, the word

frayed. "Your grandmother's condition just crashed. She

pedestrians muted into a dull, distant roar, and all s

her voice cracking, splinterin

tasted salt mixed with the copper of blood from her bitten lip. She shoved the phone into he

the passing yellow cabs. Three of

at had just dropped off a passenger, her chest heaving. She yanked the b

d out, her voice raw, a sob tang