Wife of the Rock God

er, piece by piece, to build Natha

my golden boy, the man I pou

ielle, called me, her voice sickeningly sweet, t

d the rustle of our expensive

scream, I

ever bought me into garbage

, but agreed to a divorce, assu

an iron-clad NDA, smugly believing

g fake sympathy, inviting me to a reali

, clinging to him so he could gently reject me,

ublic doormat, boosting hi

my part perfectly, swearing I mis

cheme was about to ba

t I was about to go for his wallet,