The Ex-Wife's Unforgiving Revenge

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ed my gaze when we crossed paths in the hallway, in the subtle pallor of his skin. He was haunted. T

, a quiet, almost spectral presence in his lavish home, moving with a purpos

whispers from the maids, hushed phone calls in Grayson' s study. He

ion in the Cayman Islands. And then the tapes... the ones Kiera made, implicating herself in the Miles scandal... they just 'appeared' on every major news

e knew how to destroy. And he was doing it for me. A twisted, vio

her student." "Dr. Miles, the pervert who preyed on young women." Kiera had orchestrated it all, planted the seeds of doubt, woven the web of

he was a manipulative student. I had, foolishly, believed in him, believed in us. When the university called me in, question

ean had urged, his voice oily with concern. "We could protect your caree

but resolute. "I love Grayson. And m

he deaths of my parents. Kiera had been the architect of it all, fue

ainst it, cutting off Grayson' s lingering gaze. He had bee

pped a colorful book and launched herself into

irl," I murmured, kissing her forehead. I reached into my pocket, p

ining candy in my palm. My gaze drifted to the corner of the room, near the large armchair where

ut her candy. "Adam, do you want one?"

ensing. He didn' t look up. He

sweetie," I said gently

. I brought this one just for him!" She held

were wide and hesitant. He looked from Ida to me. "Is that

known how to reclaim. He was caught in the crossfire of a war he knew nothing about. The ice around

e, and nodded. "Yes, Adam. Ida sp