k on him and walke
ing reminder. A muscle pulsed in his clenched jaw. He did
dresses and expensive handbags. She packed only a few pairs of old jeans, some f
out, pulling it behind her. She p
Miller, saw her. The old woman's
ng a thick envelo
ease give this to Mr. Sterling tomorrow morning? Along
in this house who had shown her kindness-a s
oor, the sound of her suitcase rollin
eviewing a stack of contracts. He was a notorious workaholic, but today, a freezing aura sur
Miller pushed the door open, st
m the paperwork. The dark scowl on his f
mug at his elbow. "Sir, Mrs. Sterling br
ce offering? Was she trying to apologize? To be fair, Ada had always been a flawless wife. She tailored every
d it. Still, the burning phantom sting on his cheek reminded him of her audacity. He was goi
stake?" he asked, his to
ly uncomfortable look. "...
e, finally look
, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled a thick white env
open. The bold words at the top of the document
sbelief. He had actually thou
.. she told me to tell you to hurry up and
mug with absolute disgust. "Dum
, Mrs. Miller grabbed the coffee
assets. No alimony, no property, nothing. He let out a short, contemptuous laugh. She actually had the spine to walk away with nothing? How was a sm
e final page. The
It read: "Irreconcilable differences due to the husband's sever
then rushed back, hot and furious. His fingers turned
's face turned c
damn
ardrooms, the jokes at country clubs. The m
atched his phone, jabbing at the screen wit
rang. Finally
voice was cal
he roared. "Yo
trickled thro
ve him insane. "It's the most logical explanation for our lack
arriage. He had been saving himself for Georg
the Wall Street Journal tomorrow," her voice
ic
hung
one buzzing in his ear. He squeezed the de
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