Divorcing My Superstar Husband: Watch Me Shine

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ck midnight. I did not reach for it right away. Sitting alone in this massive Manhattan to

t up and unlocked the screen. A multimedia message from an u

t Carlisle-the franchise center and captain of New York's N

his shoulders, the careless way he slouched int

reen, a second message pop

innocent smile and the gold B necklace she wore around her collarbone-the one she still used, even

and tonight she had finally gro

Instead I sucked in a slow breath and slapped it face‑down on

s. It did nothing to cool the burning in my chest. In the dark windowpane above the sink I caught my

k. I hurried to the sofa and fixed my eyes on the flicker

and slammed shut. A tall fig

anked loose, his dark‑blonde hair in messy spik

olled across the rug, tangled with a cloying vanilla

d into a mocking smirk. "Well, look at th

ence wiped the smirk off his mouth. He stalked ac

h washing over my cheeks. Up close, his ice‑blue eyes were bloodshot, the jagged scar across his right

drunk, B

the devoted housewife in the dark." His hand shot out and gripped my chin, forcing my head up.

rson under this roof who treated me like a human being-made somethi

ess and kept my head down. My sudden hostility made his mockery harden in

He tried to punch in a passcode. The screen flashed re

ice's text, he would know I was stewing over t

higher. His grip faltered-the phone slipped through his fingers and sl

m. A web of silver cracks split the glass fr

ology. He rubbed a hand over his tired eyes with a grunt of annoyance.

de the table and slid my trembling fingers under the shattered phone, the jagged glass biting into my skin. A

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