His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Genius

s thumb. The Path to Parenthood. She'd been holding it for so long

that felt nothing like hers. Here, sixty floors up in the cold, sterile air of their penthouse,

g into the private garage downstairs. The faint chime of the

us was

illow, the slick paper catching on the thousand-thread-count

oom door

ed of whiskey-the expensive kind he drank with clients-and a perfume that wasn't hers.

ed off his jacket, letting it fall onto a velvet armchair w

back to her. The clink of his cufflinks hi

e pad of her thumb over her index finger, a nervous habit she couldn't

ored door. His eyes were cold, dismissive. "I'm n

er throat, hard to push out. She took a step clos

ound. He was unbu

she'd practiced in her head a hundred times. "I t

nds st

turned around. A slow, cruel smile spread across his fac

that made her stomach clench. He let out a short, shar

advancing on her. "What in God's name makes yo

al blow. The air rushed from her l

g from his body, could smell the whiskey on his breath. He reached out and gri

and venomous. "A woman who traps a man, who uses deceit to get a ring on her fi

e, his contemptuous eyes. She couldn't breathe, couldn't

uzz cut through the

he'd tossed ont

ction, darted to the screen. It wa

his hands gently clasping a diamond necklace around the throat of another woman. Herlinda Bolton. Herlinda was laughing, her head tilted back, her b

Augustus's personal records, or perhaps for Herlinda herself, but sent to a shar

in's priva

bed, his expression shifting from contempt to sheer annoy

pped, shoving the phone into his

born flame she had been nursing for three years, was extinguished. It d

n somewhere deep inside her. She did

t him, her expres

something-irritation, maybe confusion-crossed his face. He scowled, then turned

icking into place echoed

nding the cold edge of the nightstand, steadying

he rush of water a dist

stand. Her fingers moved with a strange, detached precision. She

r the keyboard for a

e divorce

hit

sation, wiping it clean. Wiping the

e city lights. They were just as bright as they had been momen

was a stranger. This

thought, clear and sharp,

t