The Billionaire's Ex-wife is a Brilliant Lawyer

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an

the door, my ears straining

again, louder this

ed for my phone once more. I dialed her number, lifting it

for a moment longer before knocking again, harder

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a split second before her expression hardened,

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old approach," she said coolly. "Showing up uninvited and then physi

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sement. "Of course you do. That seems to be a pattern

aze, steady.

ely. "So you can finish whatev

ned. "I am not

her head slightly. "Apologize? Rewrite history? Pretend you

did

nough to carry weight. "Do not stand here and try to e

," I said, forcing my tone t

reading through it now. "That is all," she repeate

d slowly.

htening. "You do not get to say my name l

into the apartment, searchi

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ost satisfied flickering there. "You cam

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er gaze dragging over my face a

ou said. After everything you did. What exactly ch

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moment, then laughed softly,

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e strain creeping into my voice despite my eff

t her, say a few carefully chosen words, and

walking awa

outh before I could

something flickering across he

he said slowly. "It would have m

rom behind her,

oph

shoulders shifting as he

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moment, taking in more t

uld that be?

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lightly, silencing her wit

he said, her voice even. "Before things reached

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as if the answer might cha

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d my gaze. "Sh

felt narrow

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slightly against the doorframe.

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in her expression, just slightly

id. "And for now, that

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tepped back, my hand fal

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losed with

wood where it had been open seconds before,

of my footsteps following me down the hal