Too Late Mr CEO: I Am Gone

as the only sound in the

tark, perfect white against the dark wood of the table. Three

oor opened

d the arched doorway. He wore the same custom suit he'd left in this morning, the dark gra

did, not until he was in his stud

y was di

eeing her, and stopped at the glass coffee table. A blac

r a green stem. A tremor started in her fingers, a

The air in her lungs felt thin, sharp. Three year

old and hard as the metal clasp on

der. The divorce papers. Sh

ck?" The question was q

, a flicker of annoyanc

his tone clipped. "I don'

out a small, bitter laugh that she quickly swallowed. S

I'll

d see it in the slight widening of his eyes; he had

flection a pale ghost on its polished

eady, "half the market value of the Sterling estate and one p

jacket and pulled out another, thinner document. "That w

"This is the new agreement. Ten million

s of her life, three years she could have spent building her own empire. A cold fist clenched a

ured for him every evening. She raised it to her lips, the rim col

fiant movement. A flicker of somethi

ent back to their bedr

slow, unconscious journey to her flat stomach. She pressed her palm against the silk of her slip, a gesture she

om door sl

is tall body blocking the only exit. He lo

he growled, grabbing her from beh

ried to pull away. "Donova

e slurred, his voice a low command

and demanding. A wave of nausea

ds were torn from her thr

the cold marble of the vanity, the impact knocking the air

, but she refused to let them fall. S

er body went limp, a so

ements became rougher, more brutal, a

ightening his disheveled clothes. In an instan

e morning," he said, his voice flat. He

g to her skin. She stared up at the ornate crystal chandelier, its light fr

er chest. Her shoulders began to shake, si

her eyes was gone. The grief was gone. In its place was som

a