The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Ballet Comeback

marble vanity, the cold stone doing little to soothe the ache in her lower back. Translating legal documents from home for Velas

. A sterile, loveless routine that defined the last two years of her life. She pulled out

anity lights, the silver foil looked wrong. Right in the center, almost

er hands moved faster, pulling out the entire contents of t

an accident. You don't accidentally poke holes in an entire bo

een dropping hints for months, complaining about the lack of an heir, glaring

oom door

orkout, a towel draped around his neck. His dark hair was damp, a

the scattered foil wrappers. His expression, which had be

e asked, his voic

ound them like this, Dante. Lo

tched the box from her hands. He examined one of the wrappe

completely devoid of humor. "Two years, Helena.

. "What? No, I didn't

the remaining wrappers scattering across the white marble tiles. "You thi

hook, but not from fear. From sheer frust

hone

une" cut through the heavy silence in the bathroo

ntly, replaced by a softness that made Helena's stomach plummet.

tone he had never once used with Helena. "You're

Spencer. The woman who owned the other

cket. He didn't look at Helena. He walked past her into

elena asked, though she

eg," he said, pulling a fresh shir

ike ash in her mouth. "And what about me? What about

into his wallet, pulled out a sleek black credit card, and tossed

meeting hers with absolute disdain. "A

ed the

of being ignored, belittled, and treated like a parasite,

ing a divor

the doorknob. For a split second, t

over his shoulder. The surprise on his face flicke

n to leave so I'll offer you a bigger payout? Your appet

He walked out, pulling the door shu

e in the bathroom, surrounded by the torn foil and broken trust