Divorcing The CEO: Watch Me Shine

of their Manhattan penthouse wearing a sharp Chanel suit, sippi

ie strutted into the foyer in four-inch heels, swing

turning a page of the Wall St

hand flat on the glass. A ten-carat pink diamond sat on

oy felt so bad about Grandma freezing my cards that he t

aze sweeping over the stone as if it were

plain band on her left hand-never cho

e, Kizzie bit her l

holder warming the Mrs. Jensen seat! Eloy doesn't love you at all. He left you to die whe

eyes look like mine. You're nothing but a pair of e

n cup down on the sauc

t hand, where a plain platinum band Eloy had bou

ver been sized

, she slid the wedding band off h

ng in surprise as Flora held the ring out ove

with a sharp ring, bouncing twice before rollin

her jacket as she looked

ther people's trash so much,

n, her finger trembling as s

arrogant about? You're

efcase from the chair next to h

truly custom-made, the master jeweler always e

ately yanked the heavy ring off her

ront door open and stepped into the private elevator,

e indentation at the base of her left ring finger. Fo

er for her eyes-eyes that reminded him of someone else. She

. A black Maybach was idling right against the curb, i

ee-piece suit, his deep blue eyes shadowed as his g

hand into her trench coat pocket, but Esteban's lo

the morning chill, carrying a heavy pre

her spine, stari

ne of your business. Shouldn't you b

, Esteban narrowed his eyes dangerou

told you I c

a glamorous woman at JFK Airport three years ago resurface. She turned sha

the backseat, his gaze tracking her retreating figure t

er. He had not counted on the first th

ull up?" the driv

e window, his exp

for Jensen Enterprises' b