His Wife, The Starved Dog

house. He had just closed a deal worth billions, but he felt no satis

't a message. The call had connected, and

novations. A woman he didn't recognize, Jessica Riley, sat in Sarah's chair, wearing o

e her," Jessica said, her

e her brother, who thinks he's a big

ed. Ethan' s breath

h. Her hair was matted and filthy. Her clothes were rags. A metal chain was around h

eetie," Jessica cooe

ped a piece of bread on t

his brilliant, vibrant Sarah, scrambl

hand tightened, and the screen of his phone cracked under the

He pressed a button on his desk in

av

hen, answered immediat

. We're goin

ion. "Wheels up in t

video on a loop, each viewing hardening his resolve. He saw his sister flinch when Mark rai

rmation. Mark had told everyone that Sarah had a mental breakdown and that Ethan had abandoned the family, cuttin

nd Sarah had grown up. The gardens were overgrown with weeds. The

door open. The wood splintered, and the d

d. She looked up when he entered, and her eyes widened, not with recognition, but with pure ter

ant, beautiful sister. Treated

snapped. A raw, guttural

ar

face a mask of fake concern that quickly turned to s

are you doing here?" Mark sa

ll. "Look at the mess you've mad

t Ethan with wide, innocent eyes. "Hon

n Sarah, who was trembling, her face hidd

ront of him. "Sarah's not well. She's... unstable.

han' s voice w

paper from his pocket. "We have a diagnosis from a doct

a smug look on his fa

ed his sister. He felt a chilling clarity. This was no

s going to save you?" Ethan a

p forward, and this