Discarded Wife: The Shadow Strategist Returns

watching my husband accept credit for t

as the King, a strategic genius w

versary present-a Patek Philippe watch-to match the

ke only he could hear, wearing a red dress and

xpecting an apology, Cra

n front of the city's elite, th

rawing blood, and placed it into Chanel's p

to transfer every asset we built together into his sole p

ed wife. He forgot that I was

e my car o

rn the woman he destroyed while I watched from th

mmit, Craig stood up with a diamond ring

ened, and I didn

olding the hand of his de

e him back. I was the

pte

sie

my husband accept credit for the massacre I had planned

t my skin-a lethal secret beneath the emerald silk. I

ve until midnight to get out, or you become the ne

n my hand didn't shat

tasting like battery acid again

e grown men check their locks twice. He was handsome in tha

on Chimera," a strategic masterstroke that had crip

to him. They praised his for

phy on his arm. They didn't know I was the one who staye

one who found the weaknes

ace. Craig saw a to

e vaulted ceiling seemed to bend toward him

in a red dress. She couldn't

ter too loud, her eyes full of a na

s like watching a car

at belonged to us. It belonged to the late nights we spent whispering about the futu

her while the Capos arou

eutenants grunted, standing beside me. "Chimera

. My voice was steady. It sou

s finally securing the political connections we

to place with a sicke

daughter. Poli

im. I gave him my mind, my soul, my stra

s eyes met mine acr

quick as a heartbeat, but I knew him better than I

ly, his hand tightenin

allroom was thick with expensive perf

e late nights at the "office." The changed passwords.

an affair. It w

d me. The crowd parted for him like the Red Sea.

reach his eyes. His eye

my waist. His fingers dug into my flesh, poss

not to flinch. His touch used to be

against my temple. "

like the skin of m

ve at a business partner

wa

own for our fifth anniversary. I had hidden it in my drawer,

weari

celet dangled. The diamonds were set in a unique pattern.

. He had taken my gift, my symbol

rayal. It was erasure. He was rewriting ou

said. I pulled away b

as low, a threat wrapped in velvet. "W

clicked against the marble floor of the

der room. I locked the door and leaned agains

who was perfectly put together. Hair sleek

edges. I had turned a street thug into a

haking so bad I almost dropped it. I d

pered when the

as the family's Consigliere, the only man who knew where

ho had ever looked at me w

I said. "Tomorrow.

rything

"Craig is goin

ater. I dried my skin carefully. I could

r and walked back

He looked at me with that victorious smirk,

e thought I was just his

aze. I didn

here. And I was going to be the lightnin