Betrayed By My Husband, Loved By A Tycoon

ping on the linoleum and her spine pulled straight. The night nurse looked up, recognized her, and pointed toward the priv

ting. The muffled, moneyed hush of a hotel that didn't advertise it

corridor. Heavy mahogany door. B

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oman who was not dying. Who was not even slightly unwell.

ushed the

lor was excellent. Her hair was arranged. In her hands was a crystal bowl of bi

onitor was dark. The leads lay co

shirt, hair combed, the flush on his neck faded to a faint pi

idea what you've done? My mother collapsed from the stress you put on her system. The paramedics came. She's und

tance, who had set down her spoon and was now pressing a hand to her che

acked. In my own son's home. After everything I did for her. I clothed her.

n't plugged in,

second, the mask slipped. His mouth twitched. A spasm of pure, undis

unds? Do you have any idea how this looks? The unstable wife, the paranoid accusations, the violent outbursts. That's what

"But first you're going to kneel. Right here. On this floor. And you're going to apologize

ung in the

ly disheveled now from the effort of performing rage. The certainty in his eyes. The absolute,

t part. Not the demand itse

ing that happened tonight, after everything I saw, after everything your mother just said to

right now, tonight, before it goes any further. And maybe. Maybe. I'll consider a quiet divorce. No press. No scandal

if I

have security footage of your friend assaulting my mother. Aisling will lose her license before the end of the month. You'll lose the only friend yo

reats. They were predictions. Brendon had watched his mother do

e doesn't understand how things work in our world. All that time in libraries and lecture halls. It stunts a p

he soup. At the face that had spent three years l

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