Discarded Wife: The Secret Billionaire Heiress

From this height, the yellow taxis were just streaks of light, blood cells moving through the arteries of a city that never slept. Kiley pres

ch was worn, the only piece of jewelry she still wore other

coffee table behind her, the document waited. The edges of the paper were curled slightly from how many times she ha

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elevator mechanism whirred, a low hum t

. She heard the heavy thud of the front door closing, followed by the cli

e sterile smell of the apartment's air conditioning. It was a mix of expens

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g to his coat, a territorial marker left by a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. Kil

g. He went straight to the wet bar. The sound of crystal clinking again

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mployees or telemarketers. He stood with his back to her, his shoulders t

at his back. The broad shoulders, the dark hair trimmed to perfection. For three years,

s a whisper, barely audible over the hum of the refriger

d. The movement w

simmering annoyance that she was still here, taking up space in his life. He slammed the heavy crystal gl

ally. "You think you can use him as a shield? Adda needs me. She is fragile, Kiley. She is real. You...

his suit jacket. He pulled out a s

drifted slowly, landing on the coffee

sneer. "That's more money than anyone in that trailer park you came

ue he placed on three years of her life. Three years of nursing him when he was sick, o

finally giving way under too much tension. The hope she had been nurturing, the

dn't shake. She picked up the black

. He checked his watch. "Hurry up. Adda is waiti

was ending their marriage, was the final blow. Kiley looked up a

e, Evertt," she said

had sworn at him. "Just s

as who she had tried to be. She pressed the nib of the pen

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d. The letters were stylized, a sharp, angular scrawl that bore no resemblance t

click. She closed the folder and pu

the folder open, his eyes barely grazing the bottom of the page. He saw the black ink, the existence of a signature, and that w

ng away. He grabbed his coat, not looking at her again.

ediately. He stepped inside, and as the metal doors began to close, he di

shut. He

looked down at the check still sitti

to the corner of the room where the heavy-duty office shredder sat. She pres

e check in

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ti in seconds. She watched the strips of paper fall into the bin, feeling a str

rawer out completely, reached into the gap behind the frame, and pressed a hidden latch. A false bottom p

instantly. She dialed a number s

ang

d. It was rough, alert, as if

finally trembling, not with sadness, but with the