The CEO's Unwanted Wife Strikes Back

deliberate motion in the darkness of their bedroom. "Julian

but he didn't push her away. One of his hands rested, heavy and indiffere

her veins, chasing away the usual chill. Maybe tonight would be different. S

e sound shatte

ed to life, a shrill, invasive rin

ediate and absolute. He pulled away from her so fast it felt lik

oss his chiseled features. And there it was. The name

aph

nto the pit of her stomach,

n a low, gravelly silence moments before, was sudden

ce on the other end, choked with tears. Words like "wrist"

ft, brutal efficiency, pulling on a pair of dark trousers

the floor seeped into her skin. She reached out, her fingers closing around his

evoid of warmth. He looked at her as if she were a stranger

her throat. "What could possibly be so wrong with Seraphi

he blow with surgical precision. "Her hand is injured. Remember the cha

had tripped over the hem of her own gown, but had tearfully imp

argued, her voice thin. "I

Seraphina is not a liar." The words were a verdict, a final jud

rumbled. "Can't you stay? Jus

t her, his expression a mask of pure derision. "

hat had never healed. She flinched, the hope

nd him, leaving her alone in the immense, silent room. A moment later, she heard the low growl of h

A profound, suf

chattering. She wrapped her arms around herself, but the cold was coming from the in

phone, her thumb swiping aimlessly through social

pped up at the top of he

the air leave her lungs in a painful rush. It was a close-up of a delicate female hand, a

trong, with long fingers and clean, short nails. A hand she knew as well as her own. On the wrist, the p

itten in a delicat

know how to make

t just a betrayal; it was a carefully curated perfor

She switched off the phone and let it fall from her numb fingers. The darkness of the roo

f quiet desperation-it all coalesced i

was t