Hidden Wife: Rising From The Ashes

nor'

oking through the glass partition at th

lving door beh

and high-heeled boots, walking slowly with an exaggerated sway of her hips

tionists immediatel

y, opening the VIP lane gate for her. "Mr. Donova

y and walked straight through the tur

er head and saw me stranded outside

e turned and walked toward the glass partition, her

Eleanor?" Gia leaned in to

nd slowly turned her finge

raved with intricate floral filigree-the exact design I'd drawn in my sketchbook three y

ck manufactured by corporate giants. Unethical and wasteful. A real artist

ream ring was

had it rush-delivered from Harry Winston yesterday afternoon. He said a real sociali

set your parents' house on fire, left scars all over my body, and now you've cra

ished instantly, replaced b

e whispered, leaning in so close I cou

think he hid our marriage because I'm emotionally fragile? He hid you because he's ashamed of you! He always knew you wer

o fists, nails diggin

t, sending a chill through me. "Every time you called him to your apartment...

nd to be his legal assistant, watching me order him around like a lapdog while you ju

nged forward over the brass rai

stead of stepping back, a shrewd,

of the steps leading up to the lobby seating area, then threw

rashing heavily onto the ca

ying to kill my baby again!" G

pants. She'd hidden a small vial of fake stage blood i

ia

ran down the marble stairs three at a time, his face tw

" Gia sobbed into his chest. "She said if she ca

me, standing at the top of t

d down. "Check the lobby security footag

p, his finger trembling with rage as he pointed at m

reamed, pointing at the d

tine maintenance today," the head of security s

at four armed guards gat

s voice ice-cold. "Don't let her take one step out o

ged from behind and twisted my arms behind my back, wrenching my injured

gnant woman," Brighton swept Gia up into his arms. "Take her down and lock the door. Le

the private medical elevat

e, her eyes locking straight onto mine, her m

on B2. They shoved me into a cement room originally used as a confidential archives storage. The

ater, the loc

oyed walked in, carrying black electric s

eflect carefully on your inappropriate

rner, fifty thousand volts of e

I crashed onto the concrete floor, my teeth chatt

and abdomen with rubber batons, carefully avoiding my

he freezing concrete floor. The searing pain was so total

d on my skin, the last trace of the girl who'd once lov

cry. I di

, every second of pain into my bones, forging it in