Ex Wife's Trillionaire Revenge

all me himself instead of sending you to delive

nt only for the two of them, though Layla was close enough to hear every word. "You embarrassed Whitfiel

ed himself. I simp

ng. "And her? Are you planning to make a habit of rescui

er out o

smoothing an invisible wrinkle from her sleeve.

ing sharply against the dining hall floor, leaving a silence behind

gone. "I think you have made my fi

week harder. There

where I am

hing unreadable passing behind his eyes. "Yo

in things about me before they knew anything

nding me, it is going to follow me around this campus long after you have forgo

to the door, and told herself firmly that she had more important

ut how quickly it

already outpaced her. She caught fragments of it in passing, murmuring b

The one Miller

middle of the dining hall

new each other. Family friends, maybe. Why else would

g to acknowledge any of it, though each version of the

ansformed her from a girl who had simply sat at the wrong table into someo

This was not gossip. This was a campaign,

c theory sliding past her attention while she cal

ked for everything she had. It had taken less than a day at Dortmund f

to the pages of her textbook, the paper

should learn their

bag. She would not give whoever wrote it the satisfaction of seeing her upset, not here,

g, slipped beneath her dormitory door

ally helped you. Ask yoursel

aisal in the dining hall, the way the other woman's eyes had lingered, calculating, and wondered how muc

ened it, she found a girl from her hallway, someone she vaguely recognized from the check i

t just about the dining hall. About you. Someone started saying you applied for the Whitmore Scholarship usin

is not

one would not be enough to stop the story from spreading. "But it does not matte

the corridor with the quick, careful steps of someone who di

, the two notes spread on the blanket in front of her, the

t, believing her daughter had finally escaped into a world of opport

em the satisfaction o

er was behind this, whether it was Preston nursing a public humiliation or Vanessa protecting

rown up with nothing would be

at she had already

n discarding them, some instinct telling her they might prove u

t move when her phone buzzed with

trust here. Not everyone who defends yo

rough her chest that had nothing to do with Preston or

own number, but it had been sent

e stamped faintly at the bottom of the text, a d

s watching her closely enough t