The Wife He Threw Away, Rebuilt

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d fury. They were dressed in formal evening wear, clearly pulled

his voice low and dangerous, his eyes burnin

foreign on my tongue, but they also felt right. There was no emotion behind them, only a cold,

y wife? You want to be my wife? The woman who ran off with

"Ran off? What are

l bed. They scattered, revealing images of me. Me, in a series of intimate poses with Cain Glass. Me, laughing with him, holding his hand, even

re doctored. Or, worse, manipulated. Glass was a master of psychological warfare. He

idn't believe her. Not at first." He walked closer, his eyes boring into mine, filled with a hatred that chilled me to the bone. "Then I found these. I took thes

t fears, fueled by Carla' s insidious whispers. He hadn' t investigated, he hadn' t sought the truth. He' d simply believed the worst. The chilling realization settled over me: Brody hadn' t been a vi

ling," I whispered, the words tasting l

. I've found someone who actually deserves my love, someone who didn't abandon me and our son for a cheap thrill." His gaze was as co

s new life. And then Eben, my son, stepped forward, his small

u're good. But Carla is my mom now. You can't take Daddy away from her." His sm

it, twisted. My son. My beau

not going anywhere. You can either divorce me and give me what is legally mine, or I stay. Your choice, Brody. I ho

g with fury. He stared at me, his chest

n blank, devoid of any fear.

ack? Then come back. But don't expect anything from me. You'll regret this, Amanda." He turned, his arm snaking around Carla's w

. Carla, however, paused at the door. Her eyes, filled with cold, calcu