I Quit Being a Trophy Wife to Reclaim My Empire

enty-two hours

ir feeling like a torture device. He sta

p t

t funny

. Call me if you

e ar

ar

had the "Re

re. He hit the call butto

Beep

mber you have dialed

ped from his hand and clatt

n ser

ored him. She had t

He stood up and swept a stack of files off his desk.

empty office. "You want

s of the New York Public Library. The internet

rofessor Finch had published in the last five years. Her brain, dormant for so long

her handwriting cramping as she tri

in CRISPR-Cas9 editing..

ven though she had anonymously patched the open-source kernel the lab used for their data modeling. She had don

r teeth and tu

ke the winner. He drove to his country club i

e usual reverent nods. Instead, he s

, clapped him on the shoulder. "Ethan! Heard yo

ng rubber. "Just a break, Gavin. Elara need

My second wife did that. Cost m

ext to Ethan. He looked unea

you seen

agram, Carter. I ha

ok." Carter tu

ch page for E

Not F

voice hushed. "And she deleted her

ocial media was currency. Deleting it wa

is scotch glass until his knuckles turned white. "She'

Gavin muttered

ptop chime

ent of Biolog

Interview

topped. It

Ms. V

research assistant. Given the gap in your resume, you would need to start at

. She was qualified for PhD candidacy. This

reen. Her pride warr

hit

l be

ara loved. She had curated the catalog for it two years in a row. He went bec

rowd. Every time he saw a slender ba

man on the sho

was older, with heav

an muttered,

pphire necklace. Art Deco. Elara had circled it in the ca

id at fifty

thousand!"

s tu

d!" someone

d thousand!"

The necklace was worth mayb

o Mr. St

ought, If I buy this, she has to come g

aring a dress that was a little too tigh

clutching his arm. "Y

the necklace the assistant was boxing

es were bro

d coldly. "It's

pulled back, her lower lip tr

Serena. Just

ox and walked out, leav

She was wearing a thrifted blazer she had bought for five do

d. "I've forgotten everything.

"You are Elara Vance. You won the National Bio-Ol

the wine. Sh

ks, H

"You're not Mrs. Sterling

He saw a couple in the window, holding hands. T

s gut. A pang of loss so shar

ouse. It was dark. He d

He placed the sapphire necklace

aid to the silence.

ng an

pulled up the security feed on his

rvice elevator. Elara, wearing jeans an

He expected to see tears

t. Her eyes were dry. S

n's arrogance. She didn't look like a woman runn