The Invisible Wife's Billionaire Revenge

n Sebastian finally came h

ne of the white armchairs, staring out at the

hallway and the scent of him. He walked in, tossing his

s blinding. Catherine bl

ne irritable. He looked tired, but it was a satisfied kind

ove. "Why does she

the bar, loosening his tie. "

s.

ine. Half of New York owns one. It's a stat

ary," Catherine said, her voice low. "You gave it to her

said, shrugging. "My assistan

se report to you?" Catherine asked

ss down on the counter. L

ed, turning to face her. "You're

tian. She is working in your offi

Do you understand that? Her father died bankrupt. She has no fa

ng in the air

him. So that was i

ll herself?" Cat

e and responsibility. "Because I chose to marry you. I bro

ng. You have the house. You have the status. You h

d, though it sounded more like a command. "S

legs felt weak. The unfa

am. My body is failing me. I am sca

y was the reason he prioritized her. If Catherine told him she was sick, she would jus

n too," sh

was already looking at his p

nnounced. "I have an early flight tomo

houlder brushing against

back of the sofa to st

the empty room. She let out a laugh

ck of the apartment. It was her sanctuary

nstead, opening the digital sketching app. She began to draw furiously, the stylus scratching against the glass. She didn'

. As she worked, the files automatically synced to the private fam

buzzed on

. A text from an

to. Grainy, old, scanned fr

college party. Sebastian was looking at Serena with an expressi

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