Rejected Queen: The Ex-Wife's Unforgiving Comeback

st painful-the kind that stirred an instinct to protect. From a distance, she

n Kelvin had always l

t after her father, Foster Berry, died in a car accident, t

t was then that Foster's old friend, Corey Foley, took h

r under the same roof, attending the same sc

agued Abbie's health, Corey would have ar

vin demanded, his gaze fixed o

e after the divorce was

s narrowed with suspicion, drawing a s

on her," Abbie intervened,

use. I'm only a guest here," she added, low

stant and sharp. "As

ise before her gaze flickered to C

th me anymore." He spoke bluntly, as if desperate to cle

ssion shifting to one of deep concern. "Cheyenne, I can talk t

, sympathetic act made C

t won't be necessary. I always knew she was the one you loved. This divorce suits

Kelvin's eye

enne admit that Kelvin loved her was all the reassura

an didn't grace Cheyenne's words with a response.

an stand guard and make sure I don't take anything that's yours," Cheyenne

her dress made her skin seem to glow. Each step was me

t: Cheyenne was beauti

tly driven away countless women who had shown interest in him. Yet only one had e

an a decade had been snatched away by anot

been Cheyenne, and not her, was a deep

eyes. She quickly smoothed her features into a gent

ed without emotion, then

had lived in for three years. Looking at it

with him. She had chosen the sheets, the curtains, every last detail

s the door was pushed

her face. "Miss Lawrence, let me give you a ha

a genuine offer of kindness,

I wouldn't want to trouble someone as important to Kel

hes filled nearly the entire space-a sea

o Kelvin. Among all the soft colors, the dark garment l

e, Cheyenne began

eemed to tremble at her touch. For countless nights, she had held

the wardrobe, and she

s she said softly, "I never imagined that after a

eld it against herself. Smoothing a sleeve, sh

r, a brutal cold seizing Cheyenne fro

him for his twentieth birthday. He told me at the time that it

il off, the implicati

washed over Cheyenne as she realized the very garment t

l here. This was from when Kelvin played in a championship basketball game. I'

He refused to pose for anyone, or even let them photograph him. Even

three years and didn't hav

hen his grandfather had suggested wedding photos,

ver, he had mad

loved Abbie, the confirmation stil

oftness in her gaze sharpened into an unsettling gleam. She took

r, she said, "You know, he still wears this suit sometimes.

's skin. The subtle, intoxicating scent that

ds clenched into fists at he

a violent rage surged within her. She wanted to

ied that woman. He touched her. The thoug