The Exiled Wife's Secret Double Life

g, minimalist cavern of imported Italian marble, towering glass windows, and suffocat

tom-built mahogany shoe rack by the entrance. Lined up in perfect, meticulous rows were several pairs of

early tailored for someone with smaller feet, and slipped them on. If her husband was currently being dragged int

into her bones. She turned to Arthur, who had just

" Evangelina asked, her voi

am," Arthur replied, his posture rigid with profession

have been Douglass's right-hand man for five years. Your logistical skills are unparalleled, but your ability to read

es dropping to the floor. "I

her tone flat. She reached out and took

r face red with exertion as she supported the dead weight of a nearly unconscious D

aw Evangelina standing by the stairs, a spar

enly taking on the authoritative cadence of the lady of the house. "He needs to rest, and I'

. She was waiting for the jealous rage, the screaming match,

sn't a bitter smile, or a forced one. It

haya. Try not to pull a musc

doors of the master suite in the east wing. Instead, she walked straight down the long, shadowed

that she had climbed the stone steps of a historic basilica on her knees, praying the rosary for their marriage. She had emptied her meager

a's designer handbag. Douglass had casually mentioned that Chaya w

ondering how she could be more accommodating, more l

d flicked on the lights. The room was sterile, smell

he stage for a dramatic confrontation, ready to play the victim while Douglass witnessed Evangelina's 'insanity.'

aist. She would not let this go. She dragged the billionaire