The Neglected Wife's Vicious Comeback Game

oane pulled out of the parking garage.

said, her voice a low growl of di

an in a baseball cap. It never occurred to him that it could be me, because in his world, I'm on a yacht i

ember of love she might have been harboring for him finally went out. It wasn't a drama

les white on the steering wheel. She took a deep, shuddering

t he

urposefully on the pavement as she strode back toward the hospital entrance

upy sweet, but her eyes were chips of ice. "What a co

apped in a light bandage. "Oh, a sprain? How clumsy. You have to

oane, I am warning you. This

, her eyes wide, playing

ing about you, Julian. About how much Adalynn's family did for you when your company was about to go under. She cashed out half her trust fund to save your company. Did you know that? Of course you didn't. Because she never wanted y

ip. His face had gone from red to white. Several people were openly

You should be ashamed. You should be on your knees begging for forgiveness from a woman who gave you everythin

talking about," Julian hisse

ng, Julian. I know about the restaurant. I know about the bracelet. I know about every single time you chose her over your wife. And I am going to make sure

them standing in stunned, humiliated silence. The eyes of the hospital lobby followed her

gine, and pulled back into traf

rview mirror. A warmth spread through her chest, a star

the appetizer. When I'm done with him, he won't be able to walk into a

on settle over her, bone-deep and final. She had shed her old life, her old love, and it was draining. Bu

one Julian didn't have the number for, began to ring. It was an u

Eleanor Hawthorne. "Where have you been? Your husband tells me you've run off on some ridiculous trip with that Haye

e tirade. When Eleanor paused for breath, Adalynn brought

r had just ent