Claiming My Rival's Ex-Wife As Mine

call. She did it herself. At nine o'clock sharp, she was standin

sleep, stared at her as if she were a ghost. He clearly expected a tearful, regretf

awled, leaning against the doorframe

re she had picked out and he had taken credit for. She placed a thick manila envelope

she said, her voice flat.

ing sense of unease. He pulled out the papers, his eyes scanning the first page.

papers trembling in his hand. "Half of everything?

e cornerstone of the Welch Group's next major developme

the weather. "It was my wedding gift to you, registered in your name as a si

d. He threw the papers onto the floor. "You'll get nothing! Yo

It was a sound Jace had never heard before,

he was in the adjoining suite. The 'client dinner' at Per Se last Christmas-you charged the five-thousand-dollar meal to our joint account. The Cartier bracelet you bo

ned from Jace's face. He looked

" he st

agne from the previous night, speaking to Kaya in a secluded hallway. "...just a little more patience, baby. I'll handle the old hag. Once I'v

ine of your affair and the financial fraud you've committed against the Smith estate, will be on the desk of

knife to the throat of his reputation, his freedom, his entire future. He stared at her, at the calm certainty in her eyes, and a bizarre, unwel

resent. "Sign, and you save your project and what's left of your family's good name. Don't sign, an

. He knew she wasn't bluffing. A public, messy divorce detailing

t down, and scrawled his signature on the last page of the agreem

dn't even glance at him. She tu

rything that belongs to me? I'll be taking it all back. Piece by piece. And Jace? The next

r clicked shu

yn felt like she could breathe. This was only the first step. This wasn't just

lly deleted every photo of Jace from her phone. Then, she made two calls. The first w

id, when he picked