His Unwanted Wife Is A Tech Zillionaire

silence in the dining room was hea

lock displayed the time in min

r husband, Edmund Hamilton

lendar tag above the screen, the entry for "Seventh A

e Hamilton Group headquarters, nor was it on any of

ied, pulsed steadily over a location in the Santa Cruz M

ntored his brilliant p

e. She calmly pushed her chair back, the soun

on a pair of old jeans and a plain gray t-shirt. She went to the garage, byp

k's address into the navigation. The automated voice was cheerf

t once. To sever the last

booth recognized the modest car and waved her through without a second glance. The distant whine

adows, far from the

him. Edmund. He was leaning against a Porsche 911 GT

t climbed out of the driver's seat. Janessa Miller. He was adjus

er honey-blonde hair, making it shine. Edmund's mouth curved into a smile-a g

nto Christoper's view. Their

dmund, one to Janessa. Then she threw her arms around Janessa's leg, h

ke lightning! You're way more fun tha

that way in a long time. The daughter she had nearly lost during a difficult birth, the daughter

He simply reached down, ruffling Camilla's hair. His gaze lifted, moving

happy famil

ider. An intruder who h

then the pain faded. Only a sp

costs. Seven years of marriage reduced to a balance sheet. The

the steering wheel, her foot on the pedal. The car rev

general manager assessing a catastrophic failure. It was

ntly cleared the dining table. The candles were gone. The cold food had vanished. No one

r. She sat in front of the large, dark screen of her des

d on the desk. A

came up. Wi

mestamped 6:00 PM.

unctory words. The last embe

gers flying across the keyboard. Sh

the page, she

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