The Divorced Psychic's Spectacular Comeback

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e cards for herself an hour before Sloane arrived-a quiet, private reading, the kind she ra

section. Betrayal, plain as the red wine th

on the wood glowed faintly, then faded. A GPS dot blinked red on the table, al

a long moment, then

been holed up in that apartment

led work blouse, her eyes rimmed red. She dropped into

rink. "It's been over two weeks. His office says he's on a business trip

ss and took a slow sip, the cold liquid masking t

But some truths a person had to see for themselves, or t

tting the glass down. "You need to get ou

I can pretend to

come." Elena stood, smooth

then grabbed her B

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me for din

elivered. She w

silence. Before that: Don't wait. She hadn't heard his voice in six weeks. He was always in meetings, on bus

Her face revealed nothing. This was normal now

were heavy. The bass hit Elena's ch

fancy," Sloane muttered

a slid a black card from her clutch and pressed it into his chest. His

sers sliced through the smoke. The air smel

Sloane said, turning

on her arm and steering her toward the VIP s

ow of numbered suites. Elena's steps slowed, precise, unh

el catching, her shoulder nud

stopp

is arm wrapped around another woman, his mouth buried again

ne's voice cra

ward, colliding with her in a blur of

to do. Sloane would hurt now-but she would never again lie awa

urned t

rent scent cut t

and be

w's c

t through the half-open doors of the adjacent suite, ro

ter of the plush leather

shimmering designer dress. Kai

a mouthful of red wine between her lips. Andrew leaned down and pressed his

cous cheers from Andrew

hat's how a real

out that Appalachian hillbilly you married? So what if Elena's the biological Frank daughter who

ould steal Andrew just by claiming h

ould only come from people who had never once feared the consequences

relentlessly, kneeling in the rain and begging to marry her just to secure his grandfather's blessing and inheritance. For two years she had buried

birth and stolen twenty years of her family's love-returned from her

er eyes. "Andrew, stop," she pouted against his chest. "I feel s

hief. "She's an Appalachian hillbilly, Kaitlynn," he said coldly. "Dirty,

t. Elena saw the corner of her mouth

stroking her hair. "The lawyers are drafting the divorce papers now. Next week, that use

She forced air into her

d years of foolish devotion were

d the heavy doors of room V04

tood there, expressionless, her aura e

en morphed into arrogant annoyance. Kaitlynn shrank behind him, gripping hi

?" Andrew snapped. "Are you stalk

he looked at his wine-stained lips,

voice flat and loud enough to cut through the entire club, "you could