The Billionaire's Hidden Ex-Wife

slid open with a so

age wine in the other. It was our fifth anniversary. I had spent the afternoon at the salon, getting m

enthouse. The door to his private suite was slightly ajar,

a sound. A soft,

d. "What if Lily finds out? She

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ictoria. My maid of honor.

working late. She's probably at home baking me a cake right now, looking pathetic. She's

ords hit me like physical blows. The

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ipped from my numb fingers. It hit the floor with a loud, deafening crash. Glass sha

oria whipped th

etely unbuttoned. Victoria was pressed against him, her tight red

the room was

Not with guilt. Not with panic.

nd buttoning his shirt with quick, sha

shamed. She just smoothed down her dress, ran a

for five years, the woman I had trusted with my life, were

I didn't cry. I j

me, but his voice wasn't frantic. It was angry. I didn't wait for the elevator. I shoved open the heavy

ng rain. The storm was violent, turning the city

ely push the ignition button. The engine roared to life. I s

n was heavy, but it wasn't the rain blurring my vision. It was the tears. Hot, angry, blinding tear

check my surroundings. I just drove, wanting to

e side street. I didn't hear the roar of

idge, the one that stretched over th

force slammed into

trol, tires hydroplaning on the slick asphalt. I screamed, wre

. My car crashed through the rusted iron railing of the bridge. For a

avity to

lumm

d, my head smashing against the steering wheel. A sharp, blinding pain exploded be

ezing water rushing in through the shattered win

seatbelt, my fi

n my head screamed. T

l. It went straight to the floor. It di

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black SUV had stopped on the bridge. The driver's sid

en railing and looked down. The s

li

tood there, his hands in his pockets, watching the ca

to push the door open, but the pressure

lungs burning. The water ros

eam trapped in my throat as th