After the Divorce, I Made My Hockey Superstar Ex-Husband Kneel

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the sunroom. Victoria didn't even blink at the shatter

esco's furious glare without fli

re worth that price?" Francesco gritte

reputation and your endorsemen

e once against the floo

g today, both of you will stay in that

n't spare me a glance. He walked straight to his Aston M

sconce lit the foyer. Kicking off my heels, I walked barefoot across the cold marble floor into the master bath

beep of the front door lock echoed dow

ie loose and tossed his suit jacket onto the sofa. The sharp scent of sweat mixed with

e froze, exhaustion and irrit

tanding there

n his voice and turn

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s games ended, I had always cooked him a high

s that afternoon was now calmly acting like his dutiful wife. Without saying a word, he walked over to the kit

asta, and turned on the stove. The low hum of the range hood and

t clutching a silk robe around herself, her face pinched with annoyance until she saw

heavy with child now, I doubt whatever she's making will suit your p

ing nothing, I plated the cooked pasta and chicken a

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in a terrible temper today. She even t

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or his fork. Slowly, he lifted his head, his ic

is voice was quiet, yet heavy with the absolut

the blood draini

ir, I ju

mployers and stir up trouble." Francesco slammed t

trembling housekeeper, his voic

llowed to lose my temper at her. W