The Billionaire Heiress's Radical Comeback

Donald

d the words. I had demanded my freedom. And Derek, oblivious and self-absorbed as ever, was still at some party, his mistress giggling in the b

Krystal Berg. She stood there, a vision in a fitted emerald dress, holding a ridiculously oversized bouquet of white lilies and a brightly wrapped gift ba

et. She glided into the room, filling it with the cloying scent of lilies and

ag-a trendy designer brand I recognized as Krystal' s preferred luxury-was thrust t

bought for me on our anniversaries. Now, Krystal was presenting it. A subtle po

voice flat, refusing t

sparkling diamond pendant nestled in her cleavage. It was strikingly similar to a design I' d

t it for me just last week. A little 'thank you' for all my hard work. He said it reminded him of... well, never mind

out. Her sickeningly sweet voice, the scent of her perfu

your gift?" she pressed, her

. "I'm tired, Krystal

elplessness. "Derek was so worried. He said you've been so... difficult lately. We

been on birth control for years. He always wanted a baby, you know. He w

a discussion between Derek and me, made years ago when I wanted to f

en so selfish, always putting yourself first. And now, this... this tragedy. Los

She was blaming me for t

, you really do lose everything. I hope you lose your mind. I hope you lose your h

quiet room. Krystal' s head snapped to the side, her perfect makeup smudged, a red

her eyes. "Oh! How could you, Aspen?" she whimpered, her voice cracking. "I was

ice rising to a frantic pitch. "He's just trying to make you strong! He wants you to be independent! He carries

e hoarse, raw with rage. "Get

matic flourish, she tripped over the leg of the chair. With a gasp, she fell to th

my room burst open. Derek stood framed

ystal, crumpled on the floor, and me, my hand still throbbing from the slap. H

h fear. He gently touched her cheek, then her arm, his hands running over her, checki

nd accusatory. There was no co