The Billionaire's Dead Wife Returned

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dustries had

shed exterior reflecting the morning sun until it almost looked untouchable. Employe

my cream blazer before closing the door behind me. My heel

The revolving doors parted, cool air rushed over my skin as I stepped into the marble lobby. The receptionist behind the front desk looked up aut

he neckline of my blouse. "I see you still remember

e ordinary woman who had somehow convinced the city's most eligible billionaire to marry her. It used to bother

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eed an app

won't."

placing herself directly in my path. "Yo

enough for her confidence

r scrambling for the telephone. No doubt to warn him. Perfect. The executive floor was exactly as I remembered. . Everything screamed Damian. As I approa

d turned toward me. Around the long conference table sat nearly twenty executives,

or a long moment neither of us moved. His gaze drifted over me

ere. His eyes lingered on my face, studying every familiar feature and then so

y aware of our surroundings. "Everyone out." Chairs scraped across the polishe

"How are you alive?..." He rubbed a hand over his face. " And yest

oked him up and down."... or after?" He took a step towards me. "I didn't marry her." I scoffed, taking a

eft mine. "Where

ingertips across the back of one leather chair before stopping beside the floor

oice only made me smile. He c

ave some nerve to even ask me

ere you couldn't

tormed towards me, realizing I wouldn't step back again, he stoppe

ost insulting. "You really

you. Never, you have to believe me." He looked distressed. "And did you believe me,

uld I, huh?." I pointed a finger at him. "My father

g his eyes for the briefest

in my throat. "I wasn't there for his last moments, because I w

y." He sa

ce again. "If you think I'm here because I

e learned noth

you here?" I held his gaze

this time..." I picked up my sunglasses from the table and

t Blackwood Industries and the man I'd once believed I could build a life with. Only then did I allow myself a slow breath. The revenge had begun. But the truth was... Walking back into his life had hurt far more than I'd ex

Everything I had ever called mine. Someone had made sure the world believed Sara Blackwood died in that fire.