The Unwanted Wife: Revenge After Divorce

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ng thrown out of the mall. When Damien had spoken of me getting s

him out like a sack of potatoes. In the struggle, his neatly pressed shirt got rumpled, his tie got awry and he looked half demented. There were sniggers and outright laughs as most of the shoppers gathered around to watch the unf

managed to turn around. His eyes, almost b

," he thundered. "I'll make s

lief at that, as I had lately come to know that he had a foul tongue. There were murmurs of conversation as the shoppers began

d my purchases and practically fell over themselves in an effort to please me, their new employer. On my way back to the car, after shopping, I had to admit that there were certainly perks to gett

way home and wondered if he could eas

elt my heart warm towards him for what he had done. I felt a smile creep up my face. I ha

in front of the house. In a flash, I was out of my room.

at the office. No... T

shutter he kept over his emotions went up. His gaze drifted away like it always did, dismissing me. Usually, I would feel hurt at this, but I was too excited to be offended. He l

his arms, just as he was about to get to his f

buried my face in his shirt. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I d

he had turned to stone in my arms. He didn't even seem to be breathing. I p

t about?" he ground ou

ngry. I felt a

ng me put Noah in his place. I mean for

g. I told you that I have a lot of money. What would you then have done if I had bo

ug was just a way of showing

napped. "And please don't ever encroach into my

nvisible speck of dust. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his fussiness. One would think that I had splatt

efcase and marched off into his room witho

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was a stranger in my own body. I felt decidedly... odd. The moment I got into my room, I closed and locked the door. I fiddled

breasts pressing against my chest and the smell of her perfume sent the blood roaring through my veins once again. She had turned me on without

hoved my hands

ip, Damien," I m

w I didn't need any more complications in my life. In a year, she would be out of my life, fifty million d

initiate physical contact with me again, cer

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he bathroom, inspiration hit. If there was anything I knew how to do very well, it was cook. I could show Damien how thankful I was by cooking

door. Even this early, she was already in her uniform. She looked a

reeted her w

You don't have to do that. Whatever

mething for Mr Donovan.

still felt unfami

dded. "You d

special for him myself," I

'am." She bowe

one myself. Even if Damien was a picky eater, he could not fail to be impressed by what I had prepared. I laid everyth

d the room quickly but I couldn't spot him. I certa

where Damien could be, the bathroom door flu