His Forgotten Savior: The Ex-Wife's Escape

's hair and clothes within seconds. The gravel of the long

e main road, a fortress designed to keep the world o

black Maybach, silent as a shark, slowed to a crawl besi

, pitying smile playing on her lips. Aidan was n

e, sending an arc of muddy wate

id, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Cheap, drenched, and about to

e woman in the warm, dry luxury car. The anger was

ng clearly over the sound of the rain. "The things you ste

by a flash of fury. "You will never set foot i

r away. The Maybach accelerate

legs were shaking with cold and exhaustion. She stumbled,

gripped her arm, steadying her. An umbrella,

quiet, watchful young man who handled security and drove for the family. He was one of the few p

w, respectful murmur. "Mr. Beaumont sent

use, to walk the whole miserable mile on her own. But a violent shiver wracked her

ed the passenger door for her and she slid into the warm leather seat. He handed h

felt so foreign it

itchens. A delivery truck was parked, its back doors open. The estate's notori

Boston lobsters off my property right now! Miss Jo

ed. Severely allergic. She filed the piece of information away in the

highway, the rhythmic sweep

of them should have." He glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "For what it's worth,

mean anything to me anymore." She clutched the warm to

opping lower, "a driver, a security escort... anything

ked at his reflection in the mirror, at his intense, dark eyes. She dism

dilapidated building in Queens. The contrast between th

she became Mrs. Beaumont, which is full of family warmth. It's a

her backpack. She got out of the car and wa

sneakers, and stripped off her wet clothes, leaving them in a puddle by the door. She walked

d her forehead against the cool, tiled wall, and finally, in the privacy of her own s

had wasted, for the hope she had foolishly nurtured, for the man she thought she knew. She crie

way the salt and the sorrow. She turned off the faucet, steppe

e was pale, her eyes were red, but behind the pain, there was

s the l

she would ever shed a t

nt on, her lif