o-ceiling windows of the penthouse, burnin

he electronic lock chimed.

ark wool coat, carrying with it a faint, unmistakable t

ble entryway. His gray-blue eyes swept over Harl

he armchair as he loosened his silk tie. His tone held no warmth, o

a rolled through her gut, but she kept

nd walked over to the dry bar, pouring himself

was quiet, but it sliced clean through

r liquor spilled onto his thumb. He turned around slowly, his

nails digging into her skin. "She ans

a dull click. He walked across the room unti

New York. She suffered severe trauma during her time in Europe. She has post-traumatic str

was so sharp she could barely draw air. "And

briefcase, pulled out a thick document bound in blue cardst

ack lettering: No-Fault Divorce

he looked down at the whit

e past three years well. As compensation, the estate in Long Island an

gnancy test sitting in her purse just ten feet away. "Y

difference. "You didn't actually think I would keep a cont

allowed the burning taste of bile in her throat, picked up the Montblan

ot shake as she signed her name a

er ink the paper without a single tear or plea.

he table. "You can keep the Long Island house. And keep

hand pressing down on the file. "Take the settle

ng to a whisper that carried absolute finality. "From this moment on, we a

fore she reached the bed, her stomach convulsed violently. S

by the toilet, dry-heav

his knuckles heavy against the wood. "Ha

flu!" Harlow yelled

from the private clinic, and tore it into tiny pieces. She dropped the shreds in

When she unlocked the door, she walked past Damond without meeting hi

ening in his jaw. When she refused to look at him, he sp