His Wife's Ultimate Betrayal

lue double overnight. To celebrate, she didn't throw a lavish

ph. A new car, a new designer wardrobe, and

lights blur below. He was an accessory, just like the thousand-dollar vase on the marble tabletop or the abstract pai

phone pressed to her ear. She wore a silk ro

ripping with command. "The best your agency has. Young, f

phone onto a velvet couch. Her eye

hear that,

ound. He just kept

hear

he back of his custom-tailored suit, a suit she had bought him. "

a platinum

n. The expensive kind. And while you' re at it, get some champag

calm mask he had perfected over years of enduring these moments.

k, "I' ll need you to coach them a little. You know, on what I like. You'

ing her expensive liquor, tittered with laughter. Tiffany,

ice laced with venom. "The most

lowed it. He had endured the public parades of her male companions, the casual insults, the complete and utte

his endurance had

e looked at her laughing friends. He felt nothing. Not

her hand, and the

No

ence was heavy. Scarlett' s smile vanished, repl

you just

en and clear. "I' m not going anywhere. A

a slow

ing a divorce

on her drink. Scarlett stared at him, her eyes wide. Then

Liam. Absolutely nothing. I own you. I own this apartment, the clot

d in, their mocke

finally

k he' ll get a

d to get your littl

to the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled ou

, his voice quiet but firm

ing the words h

e I alre

per, then back at him, he

n with that stack of quarterly reports for the foundation. You were in such a hurry to get to your spa appointment t