Abandoned Wife, Billionaire Revenge

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s is the emergency department at Lenox Hill Hospita

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brother. The man who had systematically dism

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second set of keys to her sedan "for maintenance" last week and n

ride-sharing app, her fingers flyin

ely saw from the back of the Toyota Camry. Her hands gripped her knees so hard her

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ng. Roo

. The Sterlings were broke. Seba

ssantly against the floor. When the doors opene

aning against the wall outside Room 402, checking his watch.

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ing, not with fear, but with a rage so pure it

. potential investment," Thomas shrugg

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s she turned the corner to

side the door. Sittin

wasn'

a woman's hand.

ook fragile, angelic. She was dabbing at dry eyes with a lace handk

concern-a look he hadn't given Seraphina in years. He w

heels clicking on the lin

rise; they narrowed in annoyance. He stood up, bu

" he asked, his voi

f the question

voice trembling. "Dying. Because of her brot

o her chest, clutching the fabric of her sweater

It was a performanc

ped away from his wife instantly. "Easy, easy. Do

g a glance at Seraphina through her las

She watched him panic over a theatrical fainting spe

he last thread of hope, the last lingering wish t

It was a dry,

ic, Harrison,"

he fished a pill bottle from Tiffany's purse. "My

aphina said coldly.

walked into Room 402, slamming