The Billionaire's Regret: Chasing His Ex-Wife

of the O'Neill Syndicate. My husband, Cameron, was t

ked. A notification lit up my phone: 'Watch y

s the room, whispering that I was just a number on a led

saddle snapped mid-air. I hit the ground hard, shattering my

husband's rage to defend me. Instead, Cam

he said dismissively.

e in the hallway. He knew she had sabotaged

ripple doesn't look good

my life. He sacrificed my s

ng instantly. I didn't

led Sarah Vance, the city's m

" I told her. "I want to take

pte

a Mas

allery in New York, a statue in silk, surrounded b

he screen with a cruel demand: 'Turn around, Mrs. O'Neil

t want

t want

e isn't bliss. It is a lia

was supposed t

of my life bled onto canvas. Violent strokes

om, I was just Aryana Mason, the

the O'Neill

inging pretty songs while they conduct

lid up to me with a smile that

e deference. "The sales are phenomenal. We have moved

king about ar

king about

ce sold was just another way

muscles in my cheeks a

wonderful

ifted. The air grew hea

e seemed to dr

n had

e he owned the o

this entire building. His eyes, the color of cold steel, swept o

look at th

. He looked for threat

presence overwhelming, smell

is acceptab

ana.' No 'Good

bus

Cameron," I said, lifti

ust a nod. A smile. Anything to prove I w

even raise

t terrifying blankness, the k

his voice a low rumble in his thr

away to speak with a

e I had be

y, needing to breathe, needing to escape

the catering entrance, hidden by t

standing on the other side,

staying long,

tz," the other laughed, a nasty,

dropped t

e Ch

woman who cleaned up the

the first Capo snee

my heel catchin

across

was

ssed in a red dress that clu

looking a

lookin

cked onto mine,

f pure, unadult

, then looked pointed

t Cameron told m

a. You are the light. You are

e a compliment. Like

d it was just

ament. She wa

family gatherings. She would hang off

e let

yone touch him.

I met Cameron. The Syndicate

y's clean money, to bail them o

t loyalty. I thou

a dime into this family. She jus

his ear. She

e room erupt

ut they weren't taking p

ital display near the entrance, which was scrolli

hoto po

taken just minu

as unmis

all of Kacie's back, gui

l and his mystery woman leav

ery went

the screen. Then

was worse than their sc

by the door, waiting fo

looking at

r hips swaying with

, smelling of cloyi

like poison honey. "You are just a pretty number on

d back an

ur little

and walked

y gone. He hadn't

own exhibition to go t

t me like a physic

d. My breath hit

ife. I wasn'

s a

ing, started to bur

agne flute so hard

was shar

iced int

as sharp,

welling up, mixing w

real thing I ha

to g

his gilded cage b