Divorce Me? The Despised Wife Is The Apex Boss

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White family's hillside estate. I paid the fare, pushed the door open, an

er checking my access card; he just curled his li

aight across the manicured lawn tow

ng the living room glanced up, didn't even bother t

e second floor and pushed open the doors to the master bed

f the closet, I began packing the few si

r engine ended in a screech of tire

ay. The bedroom door flew open with a loud bang

case on the floor. He strode inside and slammed his

on Brant wasn't enough, and now you're playing the runaway wife g

my pocket, and wiped my fingertips one by one,

urtis stepped closer, trying to tower

the agreement Carlisle's legal team had

clear the rotten

s pupils shrank the second his eyes hit the bo

You're div

the joke of the year, then hurled the papers onto

ber! Without me, you don't even have wh

vive," I said, bending down to pick up the agreeme

I wasn't playing hard to get. Panic flashed a

years," he said, trying to guilt-trip me. "I'm at a critical stage in connectin

so shamelessly for his o

uard, he stumbled back half a step and s

etic pride isn't w

uitcase, its wheels rolling cr

rtis dropped all pretense. He lunged forward to grab

dle with my right hand, I drove my l

clutching his side and gasping for air, comple

y, walked out of the bedroom, and head

zen, staring with wide eyes as I carri

lanced back at the luxurious cage

agreement to his office. If he doesn't s

the Los Angeles night, and slammed them shut

ed phone and sent a brief text to Carlisle: Launch