house was eerily silent. It wasn't the tranquility

. He pushed open the bedroom door. The room was tidy and steri

d his

rned to her vanity. The velvet tray was empty. Every piece of jewelry he had bought her remained, glitterin

only what wa

slammed his fist against the wall, the impact jarring up his arm. A dull cra

ers stiff and clumsy. He called h

owled, his voice hoar

fe. He paced the bedroom like a caged beast. Wh

"Mrs. Carlisle-Vance... she's checked into the Greenwich Hot

d panic through him. "Is she hurt?" The

y. "She's there to see Mr. P

s mess on her own. Trying to cut him out completely. T

d. Mr. Price was a stern, unforgiving man, lounging on the hospital bed with a sullen, satisf

it even began, Mrs. Vance," he said flatly. "Mo

had no leverage here, no power. She was about to

belonged to him. Dressed in a sharply tailored dark suit, his presence imm

h businessman vanished, replaced by a man eager

e and slowly walked toward Eleanor. He raised his h

from him, an inv

ir, then dropped. His ex

" he murmured, low enough

t back in a whisper, her face flushi

. "Doesn't it?" He turned to the man on the

man nodded eagerly. "

He only recognizes that name. Not Eleanor Vance." He dismantled her exi

ered, her voice trembling with the anger building in

not to accept any private settlement," he

s fresh, sharp cologne flooded her senses. His voice was low, s

You'll move back home. You'll put your things back in the closet, and yo

ng the weight of

goes to priso