Shattered Vows: The Genius Ex-Wife's Revenge

chicken and wild rice soup. It was a recipe she had spent months perfecting, knowing it was one of the few things her husband, Garrett Swanson, actually enjoyed

glanced at the screen. It was a local number she didn't recognize. Wiping her ha

el

"This is Chloe from Timeless Moments Wedding Planning. I just have a few f

p one last time before answering, her tone pleasant but firm. "I am indeed Mrs. Swanson, but my husband and I have

g number?" The planner sounded genuinely flustered. "Let me check my file... I am so sorry. Jus

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arble countertop and clattering loudly onto the hardwood floor. A sharp, high-pit

r asked, her voice pitching higher in pa

felt as though it had been packed with dry co

ong number entirely!" The planner offered a hast

eafening. Jessie stood frozen, her heart hammering viole

t Stanford, and now, she was a junior researcher at his company, Helios Dynamics. Over the years, Jessie had heard Garrett mention Britt

lanner had specifically linked Garrett's name with Brittnie's, and call

velvet sofa, the only illumination coming from the muted glow of the city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. She was waiting

the hallway chimed eleven, her phone vibrated

even form a syllable, Garrett's deep, command

e. Can you please just be reasonable f

s chest. She didn't know exactly when it had happened, but somewhere along the line

sked, her voice trembling slightly desp

uthoritative. "I have to travel out of state for a crucial confere

ing to ask if he wanted her to pack a bag and

through the receiver. It was a woman's voice, pitched in a so

the wedding planner is

ely ignoring the background noise. "I'm going to be swamped for t

ic

hun

erfectly. The wedding planner. A profound, bone-chilling coldness seeped out f

ie was already sitting in the passenger seat of a sleek, rented town

. She stared blankly out the window as the lush vineyards blurred past. After a night of agonizing overthink

nner back, posing as a distant relative needing directions to the venue. The planner, uns

jarring her from her dark thoughts. She looked at the ca

id, her voice

iend from her past life in academia. "You know exactly why I'm calling, so I won't beat around the bush. The research institute desperately need

own life. "Liam, the institute has you and Professor Finch holding th

than anyone what this research means to the field. Besides, that Director position was always meant for you. If it wasn't

tic mess of grief and anticipation of what she was about

n answer soon." She hung up, turning her gaze