Good Wives Finish Last: Revenge of the Billionaire's Ex Wife

ssandra had repeated that often en

fth time. Twelve place settings. Crystal polished to a military shine. Beyond the win

own on the counter.

sound of footst

pants and a T-shirt. He didn't look like a man w

ing,

smelled like cedar soap, not an airport-a practiced near-miss so smooth it almost felt real.

pping back quickly before the lac

t two weeks obsessing over-before landing right back on his phone. "You've bee

eclined, saying he'd already had some, and t

here. His thumb scrolled absently over the screen, and for a split second, a ghost of

lock counted the seconds for us. Then

ped immediately by the hydrangeas. "They wilt so quickly," she noted

them replac

sn't approval, but it was the t

ng indoors. "Traffic was absolutely horrible," she complained,

he kids burst through the door. Aria headed straight for the pastries, while Ares nearly took out

outed, finally pulling Zayde

rom an auction house in Geneva. He'd mentioned it once, ye

ore I could tell whether he liked it. That hur

ather journal embossed with the coordinates of the island where we spen

hne snatched it out of his hands. She

ed at it in total silence, and passed it back. "Very traditional,"

ver even

third gift-the one he couldn't ignore. I placed the ke

lifted slig

ed a "nice." So di

settle before he checked his

he said, cutting Daphne of

ou be back?"

r," h

ek, shake Leonidas's hand, and ruffle Ares's hair. Then he stopped in front

de my cheek-another practiced near-mi

t up, Sain

turned a

filled the dining room. One by one, the family drifted

op," I sai

second, then went righ

zed. It was an unknown n

er of a lamp I'd bought three years ago. As the image loa

hasn't left the pent

d it

up before I could even proc

was a rumpled bedspread. Then the imag

y. Button-do

ed that all his work clothes looked the same. I remembered removing the tags. I rem

sn't

shoulders, the sleeves rolled back lik

moved

rle

nights she climbed into my bed because thunder terrified her. Her fi

htened arou

hing ok

back, cutting through

ust another morning worth filming. For a split second, I wondered what she saw on her screen. Did

ed back down

lamp I'd spent an entire Saturday obsess

s no den