The CEO's Ex-Wife, Now His Boss

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Every creak of the house, every distant siren, sounded unnaturally

ed by the soft, measured footsteps she knew by heart. Julian's steps o

ed it, plunging the room back into darkness. He moved toward the bed. The scent of him preceded his arrival-the clean, cold smell of a hote

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body, the intent in his movement as he lowered his head to kiss her. Instinct took

ng like ash in her mouth. "The smells...

n't ask a question, didn't express concern. He simply straightened up and walked into

chin. The questions she had rehearsed all night-Who was she?

entation on his pillow was already cool. She should have screame

ning room, dressed in a perfectly tailored Tom Ford suit, reading the Wall Stre

id, his voice as cris

d yogurt in front of Claire. The sight of it made h

the adjacent chair. The small, rectangular shape of the ultras

ian,

s cool and direct, cutting her off before

and pulled out a thick manila folder. He slid it across the po

r page. The words were typed

E AGRE

cold wave washing over her from the inside out. She looked up at him, her eyes

calm, detached, as if he were dis

" he stated, his voice flat. "It satisfied my grandfather's wishes and stabil

, dissecting the fragile fantasy

gled whisper. "A business

omething-impatience, mockery-cross

g in the air, cr

o the only foundation their marriag

ulian interrupted, his tone fin

possibly heavy. How could she tell him now? How could she tell this cold, dis

ately seeking a flicker of warmt

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