The Ice King's Regret: Divorced My Wife, Lost A Musical Genius

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in the door sent a pathetic fl

ast, empty dining table. My hands were

as h

ped into the penthouse. He brought a chill with him, the scent of expensive

my voice softer than I

is coat, a simple

shoulders, but it was a wall. My hand, re

dropped. Co

back, my finger

e against a heavy crystal glass echoing in t

own, C

just poured over. Not angry. J

ed to

opposite him, my hands twisting in my lap.

ement sharp and efficient. He slid it across the marb

is?" My voi

rce agr

e were commenting on the

s, drowning out the city sounds from fifty floors below. I co

cia's condition has worsened. The d

the air. Felicia Puckett. The saint.

g me?" I managed to re

tience in his gray eyes. "I need a clean slate to be t

alled our marriage and exposing the hollow truth. I

r, we'll remarry," he added, as

years. His face, so handsome it could br

randed a 'homewrecker' in the last moments of her life.

Sterling" and "Calista Johnston" stared up at me, t

cry. To ask him, what a

, unwavering. It dare

menacing tone. "Calista, you know how important this is

It extinguished the las

s thick with his cologne and the col

o protect me. I never imagined his protection m

s. I fought them back, ref

eternity, I heard a voice, calm and de

o think a

te compliance. But he stood up. "I need an answer by t

ught was so absurd it was almost funny.

y glass on the bar with a thud. He walk

sealing me in the silent apar

, fat drops splashing onto the di

up the document. The sharp edg

ous settlement, a golden cage for a

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