Rising From The Ashes: Her Sweet Revenge

s were the hammer blow that shatte

broken, escaped her l

bers of despair. "I was carrying your child, Julian. Where were

re, they were glaciers now. He reached into the inner pocket of h

them to her.

damning images. Chloe and a man, standing outside a restaurant. The angle w

found it was almost physical. "You dare mentio

r brother, Aedan. A doctor. She'd been asking him for advice, desperat

ks like," she began, he

f, his voice a blade. "I do

ssion unreadable. "Write her a che

ony froze, stunn

d shared. "I'm giving you this money not because you deserve it," he said, each word a car

already judged and condemned her. This was

week

the mirror, her hand trembling as she held the small

terrifying wave. After three years of empty hope, of qu

e. A real one. Something to brid

The ultrasound-a grainy black-and-white image of a tiny, flic

ed away in her purse. She planned to give it to h

ian, standing there with Harmony clinging to his arm. A united front against her. Her h

usekeeper. A satisfied, triumphant smile spread across her fa

Julian's side, her eyes full of

ok the pen, his signature a series of sharp, angry s

," he co

million dollars. Not compensation. Hush money.

t clumsy, disconnected from her body. She stared at the

he would not give them the sa

d her name-Chloe Turner-the loops and lin

e table. It clattered lou

folded it once, and sli

d, at the woman who'd destroyed her, at the

d out of

living room, through the grand foyer, and toward the sweeping staircase. He

er until she disappeared from view, and an unfamiliar, deeply unsettling irritatio

her voice cloying. "Jules,

yes remained fixed on the empty

was all