The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Zillionaire

e should get

teen‑hour flight, combined with the gardenia‑scented perfume on her husband, Darius Lloyd-her most hated scent, and

n front of a mirror while she was still at thirty thousand feet. "This marria

s perfectly styled hair. "My family agreed.

e thick document. Her fingers, steady and cool, flipped through the pages. Her eyes swept ove

missal of three years of marri

scene. But the silence was spreading, sucking the air out o

listening to

ing. She was a

d never set foot in. One million dollars. In exchange, s

tugged at the corne

g more than a helpless housewife. What he didn't know was that the money she had used to secretly save his com

the cover snapping shut echoed through th

e divorce," sh

ained out of him. The vict

ening back into the smug mask she knew so well. He

atility-you'll continue working at Lloyd Group for another year after the divorce is finalized." His tone carried the

A competent, grateful employee he wa

head. Her eyes met

arius, you seem to hav

papers back toward him.

straight, forged steel, utterly unyi

? More money? A million isn't

l who had come from nowhere, hit

lights of Manhattan glittered below, reflected in her dark eyes. A kin

, devastating authority that cut through the vast room. "What I

the room

ace. "What? You're insane. What s

didn't need her to defend it. Th

n he had been married to for three years, and a sicken

e he didn'

really know

icked up her suitcase. "My lawye

ring on her finger-the diamond he had placed there three years ag

onto the silver tray on the console table by the door. It struck the metal with

er, sealing Darius inside a pe

houlders finally relaxed. She exhaled a long breath-n

quiet, ordinary wife had been th

ons of a normal life. It was ti

Darius stood motionles

, he picked

eady. Unconcerned. "She wa

ching the city lights dance through the

e in the back of his mind whispered

the hell had she g