Rising From Ashes: The Jilted Ex-Wife

, Alexander looked down at the glittering Manhattan skyline. The cigar between his finge

lked in, wiping sweat from his foreh

rn around, his voic

ng Island house for the night and have a priva

staring at the back

as already bailed ou

cigar. He turned around slowly, his d

ho the hell dared interce

son with four lawyers. Our sources say Mr. Fischer only stepped in as a personal favor to his fri

e years ago, she had walked out of the hospital without a dime to her name. Now she had climbed into the bed of tech

he heavy crystal ashtray on the bar, grind

d she sa

his voice dropp

wouldn't touch

ist and smashed it straight down onto the marble bar counter. The skin over his

Very

errifying laugh, his eyes

three years. I want to know exactly how

ast Side, Everlee sat on a velvet sofa with a white bandag

story, her heavily made-up eyes turning venomous. As the former mistress who had scheme

That little bitch Claire act

gainst the stem of her wineglass. Ever

at if she goes to Emiliano and tells him everything? My st

cold, vicious smil

ratic mother into an early grave back then, and

out an old manila folder and tapped it agai

Call Dr. Gracia Tyson at the fertility clinic first thing tomorrow. We have to speed up

or drained from Everlee's face for a second

eside a cracked curb in front of a rundown, peeling tenement buildin

de, boss. See you at

fway, frowning darkly at the r

es in a dump like this? Go to administration tomorrow morning

tation. "My uncle lives here, and I ne

or a moment before rolling his eyes a

third floor. She unlocked the chipped wooden door and stepped inside. Under the warm yellow glow of a desk la

Meyers looked up, a gentle sm

late. Let Uncle heat up the chicke

gray with graphite dust, Claire felt a warm ache in her nose

Kerwin. Everythin

ine turned off. Through the half-rolled rear window, Alexander sat in the shadows holding an unlit cigare