My Wife's Betrayal, My Second Life

slightly open. The fury in her

did yo

downstairs with the guests. I'll make sure he doesn't s

that seemed to unnerve her more than any argument would have. In my past life, my desperation to plea

let me go?"

said, the words tasting like p

r me. I was severing the tie that had led to

didn't waste another second questioning my motives. She gave a sharp nod, her wedding dress s

the Miller estate. A few minutes later, I saw her, a flash of white in

had posted a picture of himself and Olivia on his Instagram. They were at the cliff, yes, but they were wrapped in each other'

society event of the year, was n

the library where I was quietly drinking a

press is having a field day! I told you t

lmly, setting my cup down. "She wanted

amming his fist on the mahogany desk.

d it," I corrected h

defiant. Olivia had changed out of her wedding dress and into casual clothes, but Alex was stil

descension. He squeezed Olivia's hand. "But let's be real. You were neve

ed on him. The fury he had directed at m

rembling finger at Alex. "Get out! Ethan has done more for this family a

ia stepped in front of him, shielding him. She loo

said, her voice sh

ned her cold

is my home, not yours. Yo

ld have shattered me. But now, they were just words. They were

," I

mean