His Neglected Wife Is A Genius Auctioneer

Chapter 2

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felt a sharp pain wi

he was tying a silk tie in front of the mirror. Ro

tion, a cold smile playi

o talk abo

you couldn't afford a studio in this city. What have you been doing fo

ave up my PhD from Columbia University and my career as Christie's younge

I thought you were smart enough

he hospital

la ran in crying, clutching a limited-edition doll tig

turning around, he pushed Chloe aside and knel

n, Daddy, please fix it

stay and keep the Strauss doll company,"

ay, a wave of dizziness washing over her. "Julian, I don't

or five minutes?" He scooped Stella up in his arms, turned, and left, his face ful

e said, her voice trembling. "I

ed his coat, his eyes icy. "You'

ith childlike hostility. "You're such a bad woman. You di

d to, comforted, and bandaged for fiv

colleague, a gentle invitation to return to the company. She had

Think about who you are, Chloe.

d and led her out. T

ng tightly to the wardrobe to keep her balance. The comfort of this life-ease,

came from th

t of orchids-Chloe's favorite orchids-the porcelain shattering on the whi

this house treated her like an o

and turned to wa

he glass table. She picked it up and tossed it into

roke out. She looked around-priceless works of art, first

e bottom drawer of

he old art journal, her finge

an auct

aint scratches on it, each scratch carrying a memory-the thrill of record-bre

ed to do

d: You can't live a

een turned in

le. She picked it up, walked to the shredder, and

the invitation, Mrs. Julia

; the gavel in her

Chloe

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His Neglected Wife Is A Genius Auctioneer

Ellene Millstein Modern

“Chloe had just undergone surgery to remove her fallopian tube, but her billionaire husband, Julian, didn't show up at the hospital. Instead, his housekeeper called, ordering her to attend a business dinner. When she dragged her agonizing, stitched-up body back to their penthouse, Julian didn't ask if she was okay. He just threw a limitless black Amex card at her face, telling her to stop playing the victim and name her price. Things escalated when his seven-year-old daughter accidentally spilled scalding water on Chloe's hand. His ambitious assistant, Kara, immediately swooped in, screaming that Chloe had deliberately burned the child out of jealousy. Julian didn't even look at Chloe's blistering skin. He held his daughter, called Chloe a monster, and threatened to destroy her. "You wouldn't survive a day without the Carlisle name," he sneered. Looking at the child she had raised for five years and the husband she had sacrificed everything for, a chilling coldness seeped into Chloe's bones. She had abandoned her Ph.D. at Columbia and her status as a top Christie's auctioneer, only to become a disposable, unpaid nanny and a corporate accessory. She didn't cry or defend herself. She simply took off her five-carat diamond ring, threw the black card at the assistant's feet, and packed a single suitcase. When Julian saw her a week later, she was standing in the spotlight of the Met Gala, holding an auction gavel, ready to make him pay.”