Reborn Heiress: My Cheating Husband's Downfall

turned off her iPad and gracefully stood

intended to head to her home office on t

noticed the heavy silence of the estate f

get to her office, she had to pass dir

uest suite, Cordelia's footsteps slowed

ly. Her breath cau

moan leaked through the

umble of Julian's voice. The words were in

her sides. Her fingernails bit painfully into

the suite made her flinch. The physical reali

open and expose them right then and there. She reminded herself

he took a deep, silent breath. She contin

shut the door quietly but firmly,

from the bottom drawer. She meticulously logged the date, time

ng fabric swatches for her studio. She completely

office door handle rattle

the notebook under a

she cal

white shirt and dark slacks. His dark hai

jected an aura of casual dominance, completely

ir. A wave of deep disgust churned in her stomac

is throat, break

unwell lately, Cordel

plied neutrally. "Why wo

tly. He leaned close

n asking about children lately," he asked with a probing, hypocritical

her past-life pregnancy, the pain, and her subse

ontact. Her voice wa

I am

nd through his damp hair,

heir," Julian stated. "It's your duty a

g irony of his infidelity. He trea

acity of a man asking his wife for a baby just hou

n. She tapped it rhythmical

," Cordelia said. "Perhaps you should

ght the subtle jab. His posture stiffene

s tone dropped to a da

ertility issues out