Too Late for the Wife Who Walked Away

fog of sleep. Her head was pounding, a relentless drumbeat against h

she f

m. She was naked, tangled

owel slung low on his hips, water droplets glistenin

n, her face flushing a deep, mortified crimson. Fragments of the night befor

, where her silk dress lay i

d. The

th the man who w

ed expression. A flicker of amusement, dark and dangerous, crossed hi

f control, to mask her utter humiliation,

ed, flippant tone. "Since we're getting a divorce anyway,

stilled. His blue eyes darkened, the amusement v

iberate. The air grew thick, heavy with unspoken tension. With every step he too

g his hands on the mattress on either side of h

voice a low, husky growl that v

s like a trapped bird. She could only nod, her throat to

parting slightly, about to c

G-D

of the apartment doorbe

ned up, a curse muttered under his bre

ng. Saved by the bell. She scrambled out of bed, clutching

enched open the front door. A uniformed security guard from the lobby stood the

disturbance. This is a priority

he box, and shut the door with a little too much force. He dro

a high-necked cashmere sweater and jeans, her armor for the day

elvet was a breathtaking vintage Van Cleef & Arpels necklace, a cascade of diamonds and sa

-colored card with gold embossing. Before s

ript, his expression h

Hope this makes you sm

wood movie star. Arli

xpensive paper. A muscle in his jaw jumped. A venomous,

ripping with sarcasm. "The papers aren't even signe

dden fury. "What are you talking about? L

the sofa, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "What kind of

e looked him straight in the eye

emembered it w

n, so simple and true, hit its mark, deflating his rage

his eyes being replaced by a

nother word, he turned, grabbed his keys and a jacket, and

a, the fight draining out of her. She looked at the glitteri