divorce papers on the table. The thick veins on

er, you do not understand. We have irreconcilabl

slap cut off

with his open hand. The sound was cris

and placed herself between Gerard and the angry old

s grandson. The intense rage in h

ng in front of him. A flash of shock crossed his f

ar, Gerard. If you divorce, you lose your voting rights as CEO. You lose control

sides. The Wall Street board was already looking for a reason to p

ing surprisingly gentle. "Tell me the truth, Adaline. IIs he hav

the back of her head. Her stomach cramped violently, but

There is no one else. Gerard has just been working too much. We had a stupid

into her side, applying just enough pressure to warn her to keep play

e. I know a lie when I hear one. I am staying here to super

eck the master bedroom. Make sure they

She slept in the guest room. All her clothes, her personal items, and most

against his side. He leaned down and wh

e. He stepped into the guest room, grabbed Adaline's pillows, her silk pajama

noted the two sets of pillows and the mixed items,

Thanksgiving," Guthrie said, his tone softening slightly. "Bruno, have the kitchen prepare the finest ingredients. Adaline,

. Even just standing near the prep station, the scent of raw seafood would make her

ops on the counter, waiting for her instructions. Wanting to finish this as quickly as possible, Adali

knife and gripped the edge of the marble coun

on her feet, looking like she was about to pass out. He frowned deeply. He

der his breath. He began awkwardly peeling the shrimp, hi

stepped foot in a kitchen, doing prep work just to sa

able. Guthrie watched them like a hawk.

led off the shell. He placed the meat directly onto Ad

h churned. She picked up her fork, force

r body. She slapped her hand over her mouth, pushed her chair back so hard

en, a massive, joyful smile broke across his wrin

s face twisted into an expression of pure horror. He k

verything into the toilet. When she finally stopped, she

crashed over her, suffocating her more than Gerard's cruel accusations ever could. She knew her time was slipping through her fingers like sand. Trembling, she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the cold porcelain, trying