Good Wives Finish Last: Revenge of the Billionaire's Ex Wife

The florist's dawn delivery-white roses, peonies, hydrangeas-

aligned with military precision. Beyond the windows, the bay glittered like it had been paid to perform. This was the expensive l

riding up to show the edge of his abs. He looked like he'd ro

ing,

and home. No trace of airports or exhaustion. I hadn't actua

ed, pulling back before th

wo weeks, the settings, the whole carefully curated brunch-then dro

a spread that d

ed the head of the table. No one ever sat there. His thumb scrolled endlessly.

a countdown. Silence stretched unt

g, cream suit flawless. She paused at t

m replaced," I

closest thing to

her head indoors. "Traffic was a nigh

t the kids exploded into the room. Aria beelined for the pastries. Ares nearly took ou

resents!" A

d Zayden's attenti

d mentioned once years ago. He opened the box, glanced i

oordinates of our honeymoon island, back when I still believed in us. Before Za

it next, examined it in icy silence, t

ever tou

uldn't ignore. I placed the keys to the restored Aston Martin be

lifted. Sli

a six-figure car, both dismissed with identical indif

second before he checked his

rk." He cut Daphne off

ose. "When wil

at

andshake for Leonidas, hair ruffle for Ares. Then he stopped in front of m

k instead. Publicly affectionate. Techn

as g

m fell into heavy silence. The family drifted out on

op," I sai

r half a second, the

one b

number.

amp I'd bought three years ago. A m

the penthouse s

wice, heart

fication. An

s shirt. The one I'd bought him two Christmases ago. The one I'd removed th

sn't

eves rolled up like she'd worn it a hundr

rle

thunderstorms. The teenager whose school forms I sign

rs, champagne, untouched gifts-

hing ok

ough. She was still

own at the photo. The sh

n overseas. No endless meetings. No "too busy to call." For

ke. I set the phone do

before me. Me, Saint Erina-the smiling, flawless wife-finally

't just a

my entire lif