His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Genius Architect

p floor of the St. Regis was silent, heavy with the s

and exhaustion. Her eyes were bloodshot-the result of thirty consecutive hours s

a Black Forest cake she had spent four hours baking that afternoon.

stinging her tired eyes. Her chat history with her

t and then spent four hours slaving over a stove to bake your own cake? Julian hasn't made a single gesture-he probably forgot your birthday

r the keyboard before typin

work, Mel. You don't see how good he

phone away. Above Melanie's chat, her own unread message to her

ing finished?

herself, forcing a slow, q

. The heavy mahogany door was unlatched,

iet hallway-sweet, low, and laced w

wer. It's too tight... you'

. Her blood ran cold. The voice belo

her feet felt anchored to the plush carpet. Drawn by a dark, unav

e was thick with the heavy scent of Julian's preferred ciga

djusted to

intimately against his chest was Amber. In Julian's hands glinted a delicate platinum necklace set with

on Stella had never once received

flicked toward th

ella's bloodshot eyes. But there was zero guilt, zero panic.

back closer into Julian's chest, reaching up to slowly wrap her arms around his neck, he

through the crack, her voice dripping with saccharine pity. "Won't S

soft, mocking sigh that ec

.." Amber fingered the shimmering pendant at her collarbone, tilting her head with feigned pity. "Poor thi

grueling hours at her drafting board, the four agonizing hours spent piping cream over a stove-her silent sa

ally on Amber's waist, his response clipped,

ry minor occasion," Julian said, his tone dry and dismissive. "Sh

m Stella's lungs. It wasn't just negl

of Stella's composur

led backward, her shoulder striking the

ion inside cu

y a wave of cold, crystalline fury. She looked down at the cake bo

c monument to he

slammed the bakery box against the poli

ed cream, and broken sugar roses splattered

rned on her heel and walked

he suite door

ice snapped through the hallway-laced not wit

f into an open elevator car and

an, standing in the doorway with his brow furrowed in anger. An

. The elevator l

hing was slow and even. She pulled her phone from her pocket-the customized model Julian had given her as an