The Billionaire's Regret: My Tortured Ex-Wife
plitting Karen's reflection into two disjointed ha
ater sputtered, brown at fir
ached for her right hand and beg
ection in this damp base
ther sl
turn. Her left hand ended abruptly at the knuckle of the pinky finger.
shb
Three women. The leader, a woman with a spiderweb ta
rincess," the woman had sneered. "And your brother
unch o
s red. She dried the stump quickly, terrified Hoke might walk in, and pulled the black
!" Hoke called fr
he milk was watered down to make it la
shing her slice toward
insisted. He pointed to a piece of paper o
t was a structured drawing of a skyscraper, using p
oke explained. "So you don't hav
ightened. "It's
ttle too big in the shoulders, but clean. She sprayed a little lav
e. "Do not open the door for anyone. Not even the landlord.
ommy. I'm
ks. Books she had stolen from the library beca
stop:
ng auto repair shop in Queens. It w
his chair, the dialysis machine humming rhythmically. He lood," Dann
e him. She took his hand-her glov
's H
Danny, I have an interview today. A small s
us, Karen. They'll see that. 'Dawn' was
aid sharply. "I'm just
rness. "The best money could buy. But I told you, I won't set foot in a King-fun
ispered, his breath catching. "We su
nto Manhattan. The car was crowded. Bodies pressed against
commuters, a digital
the new 'Villarreal Tower'.
heekbones were sharper, his eyes like flint. He was wearing
to Karen sighed. "Tragic, though.
hat down low. She
red with fabric samples and half-finished mannequins. The o
lio. He looked at her s
e lines... the minimalism. It reminds me of that
le," Karen sa
e frowned. "Gap in employment. Fi
es
at
laugh
. He leaned back, looking her up and down. The a
ps. "It's a liability. Hiring a
on't need to meet clients.
he desk. He stood too close to her. Sh
you'd have to make it worth my while. A pretty woman li
out to touc
away. The sound was l
said, her voice shaking with
rple. "You ungrateful bitch! You're a murderer!
n the stairs, out into the street