His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer's Return

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eping man and slammed the brown kraft folder

making Denver's brows furrow before his sharp b

rks visible across his muscular chest as his dark ga

without blinking, keepin

it, De

ngers flicking the open flap of the

enough anymore, so you brought a

-all face made my stomach ch

the page before y

and glanced at the header, his hand freezin

clauses stating my voluntary waiver of all marital asset

sing his face before it was swallowed by pure r

u lost y

hed teeth, hurling the

t to playing ha

up the scattered pages one by one, and slap

wide

traight in

mpire or your trust funds, I just w

owering frame backing me into the corner of the

a divorce? Those stupid tabloid

stomach turn violently, and I

er name, and if you won't s

out of the bedroom into the walk-in cl

the closet, the loud zip echoing through the e

aring only a pair of dark sweatpants, block

his jaw clenched so tigh

or, don't expect to take

the whol

face, grabbed the cold metal

his fist suddenly slammed into the doorframe besi

ck, I spoke into t

e look down o

to the waiting elevator, watching the stainless-

umped against the metal wall, gasping for air as ho

ng New York rain, I flagged down a yell

lyn, p

nd Addison's apartment and wiped my face dry

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scending elevator, a suffocating fire burning in my chest

slipper across the rug and stared down at

-alim

gh, running a hand thro

ick like this just

nd ripped them to shreds, tossing the

, I watched the yellow cab disappear into t

avy smoke deep into my lungs, yet it did nothin

uld force me to cave and hand over

of whiskey, and downed the burning liquor

dialed my chief assistant Charlie's number and

and freeze every single suppleme