Divorced And Disgraced: My Spectacular Comeback

Ashle

ne. A man's heav

oo

iliar crystal chandelier, its

oat. The world tilted,

wasn't the apartment I shar

gh my lower body. The sound that escaped me was raw,

rom my bare should

cross my skin. A dark st

mach l

e champagne and an unfamili

k fog. The charity gala. Jefferson on my arm, the dutiful wife. My stepsist

inding lights. A man's heavy b

d to le

made me cry out. I gripped the nightstand, knuckles white. Every movement

lutch was open, its contents scattered across the floo

st the burning, stabbing pain that radiated from between my legs

My fingers hovered over Jefferson's

a notification explod

ey Star Jefferson Mann'

high-resolution pho

ssing down on me. The angle capturing the dazed, hu

hone slipped from my grasp

n accident. I

The blinding flas

get out

myself. Every movement was fire. The ache in my thighs, the raw soreness, the sharp twinge

My hand closed around

ronic loc

open before I

k, nearly losi

stood in t

linked intimately t

elling stepsister with the gentle smile. Now her red lips curve

dripped with mock conc

e robe, the marks on my neck, the tear-streaked face

reporters raised thei

e to hear. She tilted her head, pretending to fix Jeffer

. One after another. A re

doorway, too broken to

erything was Falon resting her head on Jefferson's shoulder,