Dumped My Fake-Poor Ex, Married My Wealthy Boss

ashed against Kaia's

ng doors of the Apex Club, her wet sho

water off her sleev

lite smile. Her gaze, however, performed a calculating sweep of Kaia

me for this evening," the receptionist said. Her tone was professional, yet

through her teeth and pulled the Vant

lient in the VIP section," Kaia said.

fingernails tapping the desk. She let out a heavy

oor. Do n

hick manila envelop

nking into the thick wool carpet. The amber

The air smelled of expens

pagne rushed past her. The edge

ampagne splashed

corner of the hallway. She pulled a crumpled t

ughter echoed

the soft jazz playing f

d-rub. The tissue to

ood drained from her face,

that exact laugh every mor

d. The struggling artist who could

he moved toward the sound, her fee

Box Four. The heavy oa

, a Chesterfield sofa

oid magazines, sat on the edge of the sofa

to play house in that leaky B

he pressed her hand against

He wore a cashmere sweater that

callan whiskey. The ambe

t an arro

n said. His voice was smooth, completely de

manila envelope in her hands cru

med in. "Your fiancée in the Hamptons is alr

ip of his three-tho

is hand dismissively. "Kaia is just a naive little pet.

ia like a physical

s went ent

slipped fr

ck carpet with

blurred. Hot tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but

not make

loudly. "What if she finds ou

a cruel expression Kai

ut me. I give her a little affection, and she

ief in Kaia's c

dic nausea wa

spine. The trembling

tepped out of the shadows,

" he asked, his voic

d aggressively wiped th

aid. Her vo

the phone, turned her back on the room and walked to

s. The rain slapped her face, washing

lope into the secure drop-bo

raised her hand. A cab scree

d into the

the driver. Her voi