Reborn From Ashes: Divorcing The Billionaire

rope bit into Gene's wrists, grind

ck of her throat, thick and suffocating. Her chest heaved against th

y stood her h

ck onto a rusted metal barrel. The meta

torted rasp. "The wife or the mistress. Y

esitate. He did

il crouched, shivering and sobbing. He wrapped his arms around t

m his name, but her vocal cords were paralyzed

ked back. He didn't cast a single glance over his shoulder. To h

windproof lighter. The flame sparked. He tossed it direc

ly blue fire er

swallowed Gene whole. The extreme heat vaporized

was a pain so absolute, so blinding, that it shattered her sanity. In the center of

ently jer

at the silk duvet like a drowning woman fighting for the surface. She

weat. Pure instinct took over. Her trembling

ctly smooth. There were no

chased away by the gentle breeze of the central AC. She bl

de penthouse. The one she and Alvie had shared

nd. The date glowing on the display was exactly four years in the

he stumbled, her bare feet hitting the cold hardwood floor, a

k so hard her knuckles turned wh

ant. Her eyes were not yet deadened by

her again. Claustrophobia gripped her throat. Her knees b

n knuckles. She bit until the metallic taste of blood bloomed on her tong

mphant smirk. The memories flashed b

her manicured nails digging cre

reezing water in her hands, and splashed it violently against her face. She scr

woman staring back was naive to a laughable degree, and that very naivety had been her epitaph. No, never again. The absolute agony of her past life burned away the

room and pulled open the d

dresses. Pink chiffon. White lace. Clothes she had bought

ed them

, jet-black haute couture suit. She stripped off her nightgown and

uble doors of the bedroom were

ng the rumpled dress shirt from last night's banquet, having clearly sprinted s

e in front of the full-length mirror, his pupils dila

sive strides. His hands shot out, gripp

k. It was a frantic, desperat

ho had left her to burn was now look

hers, Gene's stomach violently churned

and violently shove

m with the icy detachment of a stranger. A mocking

her. The panic in his chest instantly morphed into the angry

t look for?" he snapp

have lowered her head an

an. She stared dead at the collar of his shirt. "That nic

ace turne

xed with a much deeper, irrational terror, f

his posture ri

is voice tight. "We're leaving

the room, leaving