The Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Surgeon

ving a faint smudge on the crystal. Her heels were silen

just enough to make the flame dance. The tremor wasn't from the chill of the early winter

al report a grounding, terrifying reality against her palm. It

beside the empty space reserved for her husband's plate. She tried to press out the creas

fingerprint lock at the entr

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t of cold Manhattan air with him. He was a portrait of power in a

voice softer than she intended. S

movement economical an

he marble floor of the foyer before falling silent

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ly now, pushed the heavy folder aside. She uncovere

p to him, a fragile white flag in a

she pleaded, her

contracted for a fraction of a second, a flicker of somethin

t her, his expre

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round her. Kennedy's breath hitched. She stared at the man she had sha

spered, the first tear finally breaking fre

to make things right with Janine," he said,

oved, but found only the ruthless CEO of Clements Global. Ther

ng to keep this fragile marriage alive, simply snapped. The deep, aching well of hurt didn't e

the tear, the gesture rough, leav

were dry

de the folder. She didn't read a single clause. She flipped di

gainst the heavy paper, the on

Kennedy Dominguez.

he pushed the signed agreement back acr

legs threatening to give way. But with the second, her spine straightened. By

lips, a flicker of surprise at her swift, silent compliance. He

wearing the soft dress of a wife waiting for her husband. She was in pra

dinner, past the three years of h

g the warmth of the penthouse for the cold uncertainty of the night. The door