Divorcing The Cold Heir: Watch Me Rise

he air between the

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calpel slicing through infected tissue. What terrified her was not the thought of leaving Barrett Harding. Wh

ession on Barrett's face froze. A flicker of

ed by an even colder amus

against the counter. "I was starting to think you pla

t, and they did, but Elena wa

now, slow and poisonous. Revulsion at the title. Revulsion at the apartment. Rev

t as a hospital monitor showing a stopped heart. "As for assets

ause every piece of Harding wealth had always felt less like security

sat on her tongue. She wanted to scrub the sound of his voice out of her ears. She turned, picked up her bag from the console tab

tion-those things made sense. They had names. They could be treated. Barrett's i

a dark silhouette against the kitchen lights, watchi

e building's garage. She started the engine, and only then did she

ody had reacted for her, shaking out the fury she refused to show him. She gripped the

d pulled out onto the stree

ar's display lighting up with a name

ng Estate was not a home. It was a court, and every summons from it car

she tapped the button on t

tant. "Mrs. Harding. I'm calling on behalf of Mrs. Eleanor Harding. She requests

request. It

ght," Elena said, hoping

is tone making it clear that a doctor's schedule was of

d. "Fine. I'll be th

a sense of dread set

rning off her phone, and letting Eleanor Harding discover what it felt lik

bers, quiet conversations with hospital donors, a raised eyebrow at a charity dinner that could make an

hed the Harding estate, the night had settled deep over the lawns, turning the manicured grounds into black velvet beneath the thin wash of security lights. The gates of the H

watchful. Every clipped hedge, every statue, every silent stretch of gravel seemed designed to remind

ed under carefully positioned lamps and the dark windows reflected Elena's pale face back at her from

hand. She was a woman of formidable elegance, her posture perfect, her expression u

na.

itself-beautifully appointed

d carefully phrased insults had trained her spine to straighten and her face to smooth itself blank. The Harding

g to get straight to the point.

er eyes, the same shade of stormy gray as her son's, were sh

as it. "Y

n was posed politely, but it

ered simply. "She was spreadin

ries? Or facts? Is your marriage in such a

ith the force of a physi

had bitten the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood. It

orial whisper. "Brenda has worked for this family for twenty years

letting the

d, her voice hardening, "seem

other-in-law's eyes, she, the wife of the heir, was worth less than a

Pure, compressed rage at being summoned after midnight, scolded like a careless empl

peak of rules as if Elena had married into a dynasty instead of a mausoleum. And still,

ace. She leaned back, her point made. "Barrett is home n

unmistakable. She wanted the div

unded. Not shocked. Relieved. If the Harding family w

y did not want her free. They wanted her removed neatly. Quietly. Without inconvenience. Without

r artificial light, and felt the last fragile thread of fear inside her begin to bur

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