tween them. The only sounds in the vast dining ro
pkin. "What has Miss Sargent been up to?" she asked,
m his steak. "Her busines
would think, as your wife, I'd have the right to know
up, his grey eyes filled with ice
table. He glanced at the screen,
the sound of Devon's sweet vo
coming back? I'm scare
is voice softer than she'd ever
jacket. He was leaving, just like
g room archway, Carly s
but didn't
ty for her new proje
ded. He was abandoning his "pregnant" w
d to the empty space. The fina
she heard the roar of his car
ood on her plate untouched. She felt no hung
anor. She couldn't endure
d of opening her laptop, she too
osition in the Carlisle Group's marketing department, a
tep. She would sever
Whether Julian agreed or not, she
thing. The affair, the lies, the mo
mentor had once recommended, a woman famous for handling co
small suitcase once more and pack
d leave in the morning,
ured gardens, shimmering under the moonlight. Thr
. She would no longer be Carly Carlisle. Sh
mind was calm. She just waited for th
e darkness, Carly picked up her suitca
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