The Unwanted Wife's Hundred Million Dollar Comeback

staircase into his study to strip off his soaked suit, while I

oom. Having changed into a clean black silk shirt with the top two buttons undone, Hale sat behind his wide black walnut desk. The flush fro

ood alone in the center of the rug, her arms cro

tgomery Global, walked in. He placed a thick leather folder on the

ed the gold family crest on the cover, and looked at

keep this dece

front page: Supplemental Prenuptial Enforc

ating that she waived all Montgomery trust benefits and that capital injections into the Rutledge Grou

would inject capital to help the Rutledge Group restructure its debt

ning the pen and

As for what you put in my drink tonight, I don't nee

ower lip until s

riage! For three whole years, what have I bee

r the mistress

, standing up to adjust

contract betwee

k buzzed sharply. The screen lit up with an incomi

ace cracked, replaced by a fleeting look of panic and tenderness. Witho

ticed by an ambitious climber pretending to be a

at JFK. It's raining so hard

nstantly, a stark contr

he VIP lounge and don't move. My c

i Santos felt like a bucket of ice water dumped over

the back of his chair, and walked toward the

und and rais

that you couldn't even wait o

s back to her, his

t of my life. For you, signing the papers and

I refuse

es bright red as she li

ooking at her out of the corner

he last three galleries under the Rutledge name

trode out, the heavy front door sla

evotion turning into suffocating humiliation. She lunged forward and grabbed the Montblanc pen on the desk, hol

s the expensive legal pape

rsche keys from the entryway console without changing ou

She jumped into her red Porsche 911, floored the gas pe

c depression flared up in the thunderstorm, a crushing weight tightening around her chest until she could barely draw breat

ng high beams of a skidding heavy cold-chain truck suddenly smashed th