Ex Wife, Now Enemy
appeared to have it
h a private elevator and a starry view from the rooftop. A walk-in closet filled with bespoke couture, Milan-imported sh
ed the way in which he
. Her silk robe slid off one shoulder as she looked at herself. Dark curls fell down he
st in someone
et. Too quiet. Dominic hadn't c
es. No texts. Not even an empty "working late" text.
eting. Don
dn't,
together that wasn't in the presence of shareholders, reporte
that she stil
stood staring at the place he'd onc
he left the television on mute hanging on the wall, but the images spoke louder t
lon
d. Bea
secr
tomach. She'd known them before. Rumors had been going around
to tell her
elain cup and stood near the window as though she wasn't fa
t expecti
the speaker. "There's just a delivery
eart skipp
's him. Maybe he sent flowers to apologize. Maybe he r
the button.
te gloves and all. He placed the giant arrangement of black ro
if I disposed of
id brusquely
d away w
he envelope bet
ting wasn't
the
rescued me from death by boredom.
a
assi
went cold.
te. Casual. Comfortable. The kind of thank-you you pen after
own slowly, warily, a
ode right into D
his files. His la
r the wa
humb against the biometric reader
s. Stock reports. And a
is work
his pe
hook as she f
Not even a
mind if someone
omach
up. Notificatio
n she s
ass
ufflink in my be
ass
st got caught in your office
ouldn't
uldn't
as a blade pie
th
mini
oesn't see anything sh
nd tore its way
easy to
that the man she loved-the man she'd married-ha
phone as thoug
idn't
t
the phone on the floor, the card on the counter, the
, she went back
pa
fits. Her mother's locket. A photo of her and Dominic on
oto into her bag
ns, a turtleneck, and flats. No m
at cried M
the still-wrapped black rose bouquet, and the life s
linked as he
a'
house at Fifth. Don'
hesitated.
as the city appeared to p
empty guest apartment. By herself. In th
acking, soul-cry sobs that felt like betrayal and regret
until her
er eyes
body was
he sto
to the
d her
t herself in
host. Not
Arian
d to her reflect
m d