ng up in her hospital bed with Sloane beside her, had decid
low growl of possessive anger. There was no concern, only
f any emotion. "I'm not having a
lieving sound. "Recovering
is barb, cutting straight to the point.
seemed to suck the air out of the phone
h controlled rage. "You are not divorcing me." It w
d collapsed on. "I'll have my lawyer send the papers to your office. I'm even willing to wal
f millions, clearly shocked him into silence again. It was the one thing he hadn
ng the terms. "Friday. Seven p.m.
efuse. She took his silence as r
rtieth birthday, a fact she was certain
ne back to the penthouse. The place felt alien, a museum of a life that was no longer hers. Aided by a sleek, modern cane, Cleone made her way
city lights began to sparkle
silence in the apa
nin
e didn't call. He di
might at least face her to end it-was finally, completely extinguished. Standing her up, on her birthday, for a meeting to di
e calmly signed her name on every page that r
d been watching her with a mixt
hen block his number on my phone. Block his email. Block h
ression grimly satisfi
erger negotiation to start at six-thirty, a deliberate power move to make Cleone wait, to r
alerts on his phone. A flash of possessive anger wen
nd thought, She can w
e, she wouldn't. He had just
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