The Betrayed Wife's Ruthless Comeback

PM, Elena stood i

bare feet sank into the plush Persian runner, making her

t spilled out onto the carpet. She could hear the rapid, aggr

hand to push

ingtone shattered th

. Elena heard the scrape of

e used with his board, or the patronizing tone he used with Elena. It was

eet nickname still sent a sharp, involuntary pang through her

e was saying, but she heard C

ght now. Stay in bed, don

st the wall in the darkest corner of the corridor. She

y door f

ok left or right. He walked straight past her hiding spot, his eyes

ed shut. The penthou

e stepped out of the shadows and

glowing brightly. In his rush to play

pulled her phone from her silk ro

red wire transfer portal. The destination accounts we

ck

ution photos of the screen, making sure the account num

one. Her eyes caug

firmly shut. She gave the brass handle a ge

ing his office had taught her his hiding spots. She dropped to her knees and reached her hand underneath the heavy mahogany fr

A small silver key d

It turned with a satisfying clic

gal pads sat a plain, un

d slightly as she p

k of glossy photographs

in a passionate kiss. The second was them holding hands on the cobblestone

middle of t

nd Harry Winston. The totals exceeded two million dollars. T

almost gagged. Her hands shook violently, wan

ek until she tasted copper. S

Click

y single receipt and

the soft, electronic chime of the pr

ick of shoes against the marble f

er throat. She instantly hit the power button o

mmed the lid shut, and pushed the drawer closed. Sh