The Billionaire's Wife And His Ex Girlfriend
oom. Of course
he wasn't even looking a
y, leaving her standing in the middle of a house that wasn't h
oulders. She had done this for her family, for their future. But now, standing alone
s La
lass coffee table. She had spent the past few hours unpacking, trying to make he
His deep voice carried through the hallway. She wasn't eavesdropping,
s a hint of warmth there, the kind
had never hidden the fact that his heart belonged to someone else. He had made it clear that
t, his phone still pressed to his ear. He didn't even glance in h
red before ending the call an
listening to the quiet hu
him say it out loud, enforcing the rules between them
only their
hly brewed coffee lingers in the air as Anna takes a sip from her cup. She sat at the kitchen table, staring at her lap
g for things to magically change. She needs independence, something that isn't tied to this arrangement she's trapped in with Donald. Her
ly, her fingers moves. Sh
ike a routine. Her thoughts drift to Donald, how he might react if he knew she was looking f
application button for one more com
yes w
... w
king on her screen. Application received. Th
hroat. Her fingers tremble
o... This can'
been thinking. It had been pure reflex, muscle me
an she already was. But now, there it is, her resume sent off to a company she never planned on
me of her mistake could be, her phone rang. She
nswers, her vo
th?" The voice on the ot
nna," she says,
eceived your CV for our marketing internship position. We're impressed with your backgrou
ompany? Anna tho
Anna respo
woman at the ot
, staring at her phone, still trying to make sense of what j
ply there. She never wanted to be caught in the middle of this web, th
top open in front of her, but she isn'
o lost i
ay hangs over her-her unexpected job application, the call for an Interv
tly tap against
ith this? What if he finds
This is for me. He doesn't control what I do with my life. We
he uneas
aky breath, a sharp electronic
ody t
ing sends a shock through her, her
d is