Ninety Days Left: The Dying Wife's Revenge

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iting November wind whipped her trench coat around her legs, but she felt nothing. Her fingers gripped the crisp white diagnosis paper

She reached in with a trembling hand and pulled it out. The screen l

a custom Patek Philippe watch. She recognized that watch. She had bought it f

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ide her. She leaned her shoulder against the cold red brick wall of the building and fumbled in her pocket for her prescription painkiller bottle. Her

onto the hem of her coat. Tessa bit down on her lower lip until

nd flagged down the next approaching cab. She

he told the driver. Her voice sounded l

agony and humiliation? No. She refused to fade away quietly. If she was going down, she would drag them down with her. A desperate, reckless idea began to take root in the frozen wasteland of her mind. Three years of marriage played

ediately sat up straighter. She pulled a tissue from her bag and

handed the driver a wad of cash, pushed the door open, and stepped out. Her heels cru

s perfectly clean and entirely devoid of warmth. She did not pause. She

oking at the camera with a blank expression. Tessa let out a short, hollow l

of the mahogany dresser. Underneath a pile of winter scarves lay a copy of th

he page detailing the waiver of spousal support. Pressing the nib hard against the paper, she drew a

esk, bending forward as cold sweat broke out across her forehead. She forced h

again, she picked up her ph

eaker. "Are we still on for brunch this week

," Tessa said. Her voi

on the other end of the line. The s

ime to process. "Contact that exclusive escort agency you mentioned last mont

ly gasped. "Are you out of your mind? L

reflection in the vanity mirr

ng windows. The manicured lawns stretched out toward the oc

s off their hangers. She threw them onto the hardwood floor, one

t was thin, revealing, and something she had never dared to wear around her

d. Lily had sent

g profiles of men. She bypassed the descriptions and scr

let and pulled out the black limitless credit card Lucian h

peared on the screen

e all the way to cold. The freezing water hit her skin like tiny needles, washing away the lingering sce

to the bedroom. She picked up the small prescription bottle Lily had prepa

e pills on her tongue, and swallowed them dry.