Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir

the library. She woke up to the

te. Past

ing her hair. She wouldn't

red, but there was a softness to his edges that hadn'

in the library. H

till up,"

Vivian said. "The sa

room, unbuttoning his cuffs. "I must have

ing so ea

velvet box on the coffe

e said. "A p

a foolish, stupid second, she thought he had come t

it," h

ut and snappe

eavy with stones. It must have cost fifty thousand do

ght for a mistress, or a distant

t out," he said casually

the air le

elty of that statement. He was giving his wife a divor

ut. The sound was like a

want it,"

is hair, frustrated. "Don't be difficu

?" Vivian

hed to business mode. "You'll never have to work ag

o work,"

Corp," he count

I'm good a

going to be the face of the new campaign. Having my ex-

. It was a dry

husband, my ho

our freedom

n she had loved for ten years. And she realized she didn't kno

a hand on h

something else?"

t's late, Vivian. We can dis

to leave

what she wanted

t on the table. It glittered

t him. She went to the gues

pulled out her phone.

message from

Mandatory

w. Don't be late. We hav

eleted t

rs. But she would do it on her terms. And she would