Reborn To Ruin My Cheating Tycoon Husband

ht. The sound, usually a soft, melodic marker o

s snapp

rists. She remembered Crockett and Delila standing just outside the door, their figures blurred through the reinforced gla

was in her own bed. Their bed. In the Fif

flat against her chest. Under her palm, her heart h

ng wife she used to be. Every moment had been a performance, a struggle to mask the storm of memories and fury ra

, a familiar sensation she hadn't felt in years. She swung her legs over

nhattan glittered like a carpet of fallen stars. It was all real. T

this exact nightgown, Crockett's favorite. She had prepared his favor

smelling of a

a shard of glass in her gut. But this time, there

ront door lock echoed i

as h

armchair with the casual indifference of a man who expected someone else to

d her to turn, to rush to him, to ask about his day w

turned to him, a rigid, uninviting

n in his posture shifting to a subtle annoyance. He reached fo

his voice a low rumble. "Things

brush the silk of her nightgown, Er

closed on

flicker of disbelief, then irritation, cro

k. Her eyes, the color of a summer sky, were as calm and cold as a frozen la

just your perfume. It's strong." She paused, her g

of a news anchor reporting the weather. The excuses he had prepared-the crowded room, a hug f

ak even to his own ears. He tugged at his tie again, a nervous

, almost imperceptible nod, as if accepting his pathetic l

eady feel the hot water sluicing away the stress of the evening, the lingering scent of Delila's perfume, the strange friction of this conversation. He began unbu

emerge with hi

a spare down comfort

prawling sofa in the sitting area of their bedroom. She tossed

buttons. The air in the room grew th

the adoring woman he had married. "It's perfectly clear," she said, her

adding, "Or, you could go back to Delila Crane's. I'm

a fuse in his chest. He closed the distance between them i

s." His voice was a low,

to his hand, wrapped tightly around her delicate wrist. Then, she

go of

ack of fear in her voice, the sheer finality of it

went slack.

gesture. Without another glance at him, she

r click

tallic sound of the lo

ce broken only by the faint hum of the city outside. He stared at

ocked him out. She had changed. It was as if the woman he

sperate, pathetic play for attentio

. Fine. Let her play. She'd com