A strange, triumphant gleam mixed with his feigned

forward and grabbing her wrist.

. "Shouldn't you know?" she shot back, her voice dripping wi

he covered it with a roar. "I had a server emergency! A multi-million do

ped her lips. It echoed in

ed the fidelity clause," he snarled, pointing a shaking f

ut a thick document. He threw it onto the coffee table. The words

"Sign it, and get out of my house. You won't

eliberate. She glanced at the pages, filled with clauses designed to strip her of every a

ent motion, she ripped th

, as the two halves of his mas

me to walk away with nothing?" she said, her voice low and

ch. His face went pale. "What t

ulled a suitcase from the closet, and began throwing a few of her

"I'll tell everyone! I'll ruin your reputation

, a look of pure, unadulterated pity. Then she walked out of the bedroom, out of the apar

a private café in Midtown, her suitcase at her feet. Chlo

ng-the hotel, the drug, th

ord. "That son of a bitch," she whisp

Katrina. On the screen was a

hs. Using a shell corporation to transfer marital assets into an offshore account

oof of his betrayal. The rage in her chest coole

of evidence. And I need his real medical records. T

ty there is insane, and HIPAA laws are no joke. They

Katrina said, her gaze resolut

cups together, a silent

fic. The weak, naive wife was gone. In her place was a wom