Rising From The Ashes: Her Sweet Revenge

physical weight. It pressed down on

raight, her hands clenched in her lap. The leather was cold agai

Carlisle estate were withered husks, their brown petals clinging st

at, taut plane beneath her silk blouse. A flicker of something-not warmth, not yet, but a fragile, s

or handle shatter

of professional neutrality, but her eyes wouldn't meet Chloe's.

r hair styled in an impeccable chignon, her face frozen in an expression of re

tress, Julian's mistress, was glowing. Her smile was a weapon, sharp and

ping over her daughter-in-law with the detached appraisal

sive, familiar gesture that screamed of victory. It w

ac

manila folder landed on the marble coffee table, its i

the bold, black le

E AGRE

her eyes. A wave of

voice a dry rasp. "Where's J

tted her own stomach, a stomach that was still as f

er all, we have to think about th

ulse inside her went cold. She stared at Harmony, at

ement, you have failed to produce an heir within three years of marriage.

ms are clear. You leave with nothing. Sign it. Do

f quiet suffering, of being the perfect, docile wife, of enduring the snub

htened, a steel rod forged in the sudden fire. Her green ey

. She flipped through the pages, the rustle of paper th

le, steady finger

oud, but it cut through the oppressi

f a divorce resulting from infidelity on the part of the husband, th

A flicker of uncertainty crossed he

brows drew together in a frown.

icly styling herself as Julian's mistress for months. Now she claims to be

back onto the table. Th

ccount," Chloe stated, her voice ringing with

trembling. She opened her mouth to screech,

to speak, the grand double doors t

led the doorway, bringing a chi

arlisle

sea, swept across the room, taking in the scene. His m

ng into a mask of tearful victimhood. She rushed

e, then dropped to the divorce agreement on the tabl

nce sucking the oxygen from the room. The air grew thi

of her. His shadow fell o

poke, was a shard of ice plu

s tone laced with a chilling, absol