His Unwanted Wife Is A Tech Genius

ry, a room lined with books she'd curated but never had the peace to read. She opened her laptop, found th

She typed a single sentence: Cali Sullivan waives all claims t

he was building. "Sounds exciting, honey. Did you sort out the dinner with the Barkers?" He hadn't even asked what it was. He'd just

ger. No bitterness. Just a quiet recognition

from him. Nothing

re at the bottom a clean, steady stroke.

n their wedding day. She was smiling, her face full of a naive, hopeful joy that now looked fo

er own smiling face for a long, silent mome

past the walk-in closet, its racks overflowing with designer clothes and handbags Halsey had bought her. Trophies. Sh

ng at the bottom of the staircase, her expression

s calm, steady. "Mrs. Peterson, would you pleas

rushing Cali's. She could feel the finality in t

for three years. She felt no sadness, only the quiet, soaring relief of a prison

waiting. "Heathrow," she told the

rink below until it was just a cluster of distant lights

arrived home with a t

in, his tone edged with impatience, as if annoyed s

ard, her face grave. "Sir,

did she go?" He assumed it wa

sked me to give this to you." S

his fingers already m

g, the screen lighting u

o the cluttered console table by the door, amidst a pile of junk mail and ma

ame, perked up and ran over

o the phone as he walked toward the living room, the fo

ying on the pile of mail. She opened her mouth to remind him, then

nila envelope was mixed in with the rest. Assuming Halsey had seen it and deemed it unimportant, she carrie

declaration of the end of a mar

t time in years, completely unaware. She was flying towar