Divorce Me Now, Mr Arrogant Billionaire

s who he brought with him? That manipulativ

hone buzzed agains

riend, Ellery Macdonald,

ed his life and who's been hanging ar

She was reviewing the final clauses in her corner office at Sterling & Sterling LLP, high above M

next message

picture. Tell me I'

ened the a

woman as they walked out of the airport's VIP channel. He wore a dark bespoke trench coat, and th

gomery fortune-and the husband who had le

g to his sleeve w

hecks on her educational credentials and medical history, and documented inconsistencies in her past statements-had been preserved in a confid

on the image until the pixels sharpened around Chastity's p

he center of her palm. A faint, crescent-shaped scar from years

e vibrat

another message. "Want me to bring a baseball

e corner of Candice's lips. Sh

has nothing t

ned her gaze to the merger contract, treating the ret

le doors. A junior partner stepped inside, holding a

anc pen and signed the revi

hedule in appendix B," she said, her voice cool and eve

he folder, and backed out of the room. Once the door

osed her eyes. Immediately, the memory of a heavy snows

es open, forcing the nauseating memory down,

onths ago. Bold black letters across the cov

an her fingertips over the cold

, and her receptionist s

rivate driver is wa

on her tailored black trench coat. She walked out of the office, her heels clicking

own to the underground garage, she settl

East Side penthouse,

and checked the asset division clauses one last time. Twenty minutes later, the Mayb

to the scanner, pushing open the heavy redwood doors that her husband had

ce agreement right in the center of the black marble coffee table. Reaching into her bag, she

icked steadily until the hands

out a soft beep, followed by the heavy s