The Penniless Ex-Wife Is A Hidden Boss

of Bartholomew's deep, even breathing filled the r

e spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the massive bed. She stood ther

the size of a small apartment. She walked past his row

on Hermes bags lined the shelves. These were her uniforms. Bartholomew had

very back corner of the bottom shelf. She grabbed the handle of a scuffed, black

ve plain cotton t-shirts and two pairs of faded denim jeans. She threw them into the suitcase. Sh

moisturizer. She looked at the two electric toothbrushes sitting in the mar

lifted it by the handle. It was incredibly light. Fiv

nd stopped next to Bartholomew's side of th

he grabbed the five-carat diamond ring on her ring

amond hit the stone with a sharp, high-pitched click. The sound wa

urion credit card Bartholomew had given her. She sl

handle of her suitcase, walked out of the bed

into the small guest bedroom. She set

and logged into a hidden, encrypted email server. It was a system she had painstakingly built, utilizing multiple offshore proxies and shell accounts

ary agent and legal representative, containing dozens of lucrative letters of intent from top Hollywood pro

t was the most ruthless divorce attorney in Ma

all rights to spousal support. She demanded a zero-asset split. She wanted

flashed across the screen and

er backpack. She grabbed her suitcase and wa

housekeeper, stepped out wearing a thick wool robe. Maureen saw

orward. She grab

ally. "Do not do this. Do not leave in the middle o

n in this house who had ever offered her a glass of water w

d her arm out of

back, Maureen," C

eavy metal key to the penthouse. She placed it g

sey said. "You do not need

er. The heavy steel door unlocked. She stepped out into the hallway a

ast. The sudden loss of gravity made her stomach float. For the first time in five

two in the morning. The rain had turned into a light, freezing dri

ver. She dragged her suitcase to the co

d. Casey opened the back door and threw her suitcase

arview mirror. "Where to, lady?" h

apartment complex in Brooklyn. It wa

ld glass of the window. She watched the towering, glittering skyscrapers