The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Is A Queen

tress. Her rapid breaths slowly evened

broad back was turned to her. He fastened the cuffl

ery last trace of hope in the bottom

onto the freezing Italian marble floor. She walke

e frowned, watching her reflec

y metal door popped open. She pulle

red himself a glass of bourbon. The ice cub

ofa area. She gripped the envelope s

linking to a sudden halt. He looked down at the bold, unforgivi

ed as mere annoyance at her insubordination. He refused to entertain the idea that she could actually leave him. His eyes instantly sharpened into a predatory glare. He

e to increase your monthly allowance?"

voice completely steady and told him she wa

ford. His pride flared. He leaned in

she had failed to get pregnant in three years

ntion of her infertility. Acid burned her throat. S

ince she was a defective product, she was mak

of Delphine hit a nerve. The anger of

suit pocket. He ripped the envelo

t page and slashed his arrogant signature across the b

e arrogantly announced that this was a

door behind him without looking back. The m

er stiff shoulders finally dropp

nto the walk-in closet and pulled out a

uby ring off her ring finger. She place

artment. The freezing midnight wind

in front of the driver, she pulled the SIM

into the apartment with a merger file

he empty closet. A rush of blind heat shot straight to his brain