Divorced And Wealthy: Making My Ex Pay

al downpour swept across Midtown Manhattan, gus

hambers on Park Avenue, shielded by his security team's umbrellas. Dressed in a charcoal bespoke suit, his

rough the glass ro

ate security personnel in dark suits, Eliz

emented by a wide-brimmed hat and a fine silk scarf tied carefully around her throat. The heavy layers

against the hollows of her cheeks. Yet those dark eyes, which had once followed

st. The cynical reprimands he had spent th

ose instinctively, fingers twitching as if to seize her wrist and demand

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d, closing ranks with military precision. They formed an impenetrable wall of broad should

nda hit Barrett like a physical slap. Before he could speak, Eliza rose. S

ther-bound document portfol

said, her tone level and businesslike. "The wiring instructions for the offsh

oiding any contact with his person, and

in his hands. A bitter, self-protective cynicism

ef financial officer

serves to her designated escrow, and release the second billion under the expe

tatutory settlement only demands one billion for the private

off, his voice dropping to a h

ity intact: It was always about the money. If he could buy her out for two billion dollars, he could tell himself that her coldness, her depart

able was exchanged between the principals. When the retired supreme court judge executed the final seal on the dis

slid it into her bag withou

lded under a driver's golf umbrella. The heavy diamond penda

hlia stepped forward, curling her manicured fin

murmured, her voice dripping

w nerves like sandpaper. Dahlia's calculated sweetness felt suffocatingly artificial

single glance in their direction. She walked past them as if B

es cut through the deluge. An armored Lincoln Continental limousine, flanked by four mat

s rear door

rcoal overcoat, with razor-sharp bone structure and wire-rimmed gold gla

rd Eliza, unfurling a wide storm umbrella with one hand while his

ath hitched i

chest. She tilted her face upward, allowing the man to shield her temples against the driving mist with absolute,

warm leather sanctuary of th

an slowly turned his head. Through the relentless curtain of grey

ex predator looking down at a stray cur in a Manhattan gutter-a silent, aristocratic ve

ult-like thud, and the convoy m