The Twin's Last Martian Wish

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came out. After a long moment, he slowly nodded, a single, decisive movement. He drained his glass, placed it car

the railing, gripping it tightly, trying to steady myself. The past five years had been a constant drain, physically and emotionally. The facade had been exhausting to m

see him, to get the divorce papers signed, to truly break fre

n's voice, thick with satisfaction. "Ada? Still out

ldn't. My body felt

little mouse finally found her voice. 'I'm leaving tonight.' What a

u get nothing. Not a penny of my money. No inheritance. No alimony. You'll be back to your pathetic fre

ackground noise, echoes of a life I was already leaving behin

heek. It was a tear of exhaustion, of release

You're upset that I won't play your little game. You wanted me to beg, didn't you? To tell you

. My hand, still clutching the locket, reached into the small purse I carried and

despite the tremor in my hands. "It's over. You can have G

ened into scorn. "Is this a joke? Some kind of elaborate test?" He snatched the papers from my hand, h

ing the perfect, silent wife, you suddenly want nothing? You're playing a dangerous game, Ada. A very

ss of champagne, glided onto the balcony. "She's not playing a game, darling. She's just bein

for your attention. She thinks she can compete with me. After everything." She gestured derisivel

ayton. My head was swimming, my visio

oice barely above a whisper, but laced with

a raw, naked rage. His hand shot out, grabbing my arm with brutal force. "Charad

ack into the penthouse, his movements jerky and aggre

dimly lit hallway. "Gisele, wait for me i

tion-" Gisele began, her

flashing with a possessive fury

ment, then scurried away, her high h

into near darkness. He shoved me against the wall, his body

e dangerously low. "You think you can just walk awa

ing my skin. "Don't you know how this works?

anger and desperation. I struggled, pushing against his chest, but my strength was fail

s burning with a dark intensity. "You want to be a mother? We can st

ipulation. I whimpered, a sound of pure misery, as fresh tear

d but insistent, pierced the door. "The ca

grets, Ada?" he murmured, pressing his lips to

oorway, his face grim. "Clayton! What the hell are you doin

mention of tabloids, of public scandal, seemed to brea

me abruptly. He pushed past Jovan, leaving

shoulder. "Ada, are you alright?" he ask

struggling to catch m

hing Clayton stalk away. He looked at m

et hidden beneath my dress. It was still th

voice raw. "I don't ha