Tricked the Billionaire into Divorcing Me

ainst the chief surgeon's direct orders on

ll littered with fallen confetti and crushed plastic cups from an after-party. The heavy mahogany do

ow, deliberate steps up the curved marble staircase. Ev

the hallway, fastening his platinum cuff links. Seeing her standin

arge? What kind of scene a

edge, the same condescension he us

bag, pulled out a crisp white folder containing the initial dis

ed to sign the

down at the document. He let

ong with the tissue sample? You wouldn't last forty

der out of her hand. The sheets of pap

and act like the woman w

stepped into the hallway, wrapped in Greyson's monogrammed navy silk robe.

uth, her eyes gleaming

dy? Goodness, look at your comp

m around his waist. She leaned her head against his chest

l staff say she needed anoth

his tone softening instantly into an easy, prote

being away from the

tanding outside the master suite. H

temple, letting out a faint, delicate cough.

n... I think the night breeze at t

ssion shifting to immediate concern. He guided h

shouldn't be

lin, his eyes narrowing in

door. Antonia stayed up late coordinating the press r

less, looking at him

rd the stairs. "Brew the lavender chamomile infusion Ant

her voice completely level

Don't test my patience today, Caitlin. Antonia worked herself sick for this family's pub

looked

du

ug, confident sneer. "Let our daughter see how stubborn and cold-

l, Caitlin felt a brief, sharp p

sted his collar, looking down at her like a mas

will pretend this little tantrum never ha

otional starvation and

d papers on the floor, then looked back

she said

isfied that he had

ake all

into the master bedroom, c

turned around and walked toward the ground floor, e