Divorce And Shine: Too Late To Say Sorry

instant. She bolted upright from t

said gently. "We still don't ha

through grabbing her c

ration. But with post-surgery care and m

've already drained everything to pay off old debts. Why don't

I'll figur

ended, Caitlin immed

st once before i

redi

s notification poppe

on on Luxurious Yacht for Actre

ing, opulent yacht with Emmalyn's n

with his arm loosely wrapped around a woman in a glittering gown. Even tho

he screen. So it was true.

saved her mother's life-had been c

nd times that Isaac finally answered. His v

es-his back turned coldly on her, his

o mention her mother's condition. Instead, the wo

came back, more irritated than before.

y meeting; he was cel

owed her pride and forced herself to speak, tears stinging her ey

t in. "Caitlin, I'm busy. I do

click. He

s she stared down at her phone, nu

ifference. But most of all, she hated herself-for st

he proven he didn't care, and how many more would it tak

re vomiting violently. Tears spilled without permission,

g for kindness from someone who saw her as nothing more than an inconvenience. S

support, Caitlin stared at

ess the dazzling beauty of a movie star, there was a quie

hered away, collarbones protruding sharply, her complexion gho

and whispered to herself, "This wa

design industry-brilliant, full of potential, and

successful designer, married Isaac, and settle

ac, living in a shadow of herself,

her gaze and d

housand in my account. Use that for no

gh her old possessions-college awards, magazines f

ed at Mason Group,

l she ever did was deliver coffee and run errands. She was never incl

her altogether; she became just ano

few eyebrows. Rumors spread like wildfire. Some whispered that she'd used her looks to land the job, others claime

only menial tasks without a hint of anger, thei

personal assistant, wa

her desk with a smug look. "Here's next month's proj

he took the file, her resignation weighing heav

ugh the crack, Caitlin could make out two figures

to knock but froze when

you're not falli

nkins, Isaac's c

d, his tone dripping

en why haven't you

a care, "I'm used to t

ed the file in her hand, those words

o years of marriage, and t

"So when do you plan

te. "When the time'

nt gone. "Just letting you know-Em

her up. His voice turned sharp. "Obviously they're different

h, man. I'm not interested in s

her chest tightening painfully as

y longer. Quietly, she turn

door opened wide suddenly. She hurri

rnon, clearly shocked