His Unwanted Wife Is His Only Cure

ey, sources confirm that Hayden Clemons, CEO of Clemons Industr

ilence of the penthouse apartment. Justina didn't flinch. Her gaze remained fixed on th

Sterling, a drink in his hand and a wide grin on his face, leaned into the camera. "

ng against the pressure. A tremor started in her fingers, a faint vibration of the

ed the po

ered diamonds, a breathtaking view that only made the cold emptiness inside feel more profound. Her eyes swept over the room. The minimalist Italian sofa, the abstract pain

private elevator that opened

econd, a raw, cold dread washed over her. She knew who it was. She forced her shoulders ba

stom-tailored suit that probably cost more than her father's car. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and

case onto a stool. From it, he pulled a thin folder and slid i

in stark, black lett

any emotion. "Kinsey's condition is getting worse.

il she couldn't breathe. Yet, her face remained a placid mask. She picked up the document, her mo

laims to Clemons Industries. A one-time payment that was an insult, d

silence, of bleeding into his veins while he slept-and he was offering her less than he paid h

, he met her eyes. His were the color

, her voice stea

ace, a slight furrow in his brow. H

the signature line. Then, she stopped. She looked at him ag

settlement, Hayden. This is a ransom note written by a man

This number doesn't even cover the depreciation on the engagement ring you gave me. If you want me gone, you'll

man who commanded boardrooms, who crushed rivals with a single signa

its commanding tone, "I want you moved out.

ot just the end of a marriage, but the

ally solidified into somethin

ord was quiet, but it

, his jaw tightening

nding taller. She pushed the agreement back

. You can throw me out of your life, Hayden, but you cannot throw me out of my own house. Not without a court order. And if you try-" she let the silence hang, her eyes cold "-I will make sur

greement. A merger of assets. She was one of the assets. And she remembered Hayden's promise on their wedding day, his voice a

e other woman's name like a weapon. "She can't

soft click of the latch a definitive sound. Leaning against the cool wood, she allowed a single, hot tear to trace a path down her cheek. Sh

irritation. He was a man used to getting his way. "I'll double t

impatiently

e, Hayden," she called back, her voi

the compliant wife. She was a woman with not