Once The Foolish Wife, Now His Eternal Obsession

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eath knocked out as a tall man loomed over her. Heat radiated from him,

a low, derisive laugh. "Married, huh? Still lurking around in a hotel alone

ed on her phone-her husband, Liam Watson, sprawled in bed with Jordyn Moore, he

catch them red-handed. But before she even found the right ro

oughly and tossing her onto the bed. He yanked off his tie with one swift motion and then p

ou must know how this goes," he taunted,

e words to wither before they left her mouth. Three years chained to a

her head. Heat flooded her chest-fury,

body, sharp and merciless, as if her bones might snap. She bit dow

her with brutal recklessness-by a man whose f

.

buzzing of her phone dragged Cathryn from s

e. It's urgent-please get here q

t deep, mocking drawl. "Was that

m on with frantic hands. Her face stayed downcast as she mutter

r had been nothing more than

bed, his mouth curling into a sneer. "Yo

ut still screwing like a slut-and now she wanted to

Every thought was consumed by her mother. Without spari

ounded. "Mr. Brooks," someone cal

bing temple, last night's alcohol still poundi

odded quickly, visibly shrinki

f frustration hit him. He was the head of the most formidable financial empire in the city of Olekgan. And he controlled

e hadn't uttered a sound. He'd assumed it meant experience-far too much of it. The way she'd looked just now, calm

for him, or why his grandmother had chosen to push her into his bed. If

ere a sharp splash of red stood out starkly. Sh

ner of her lip before she left. If she had been a virgin

.

d sped through the street

n appeared, arm-in-arm with Liam, paradi

s eyes. "How long have you

ed him," she said, voice dripping with satisfaction. "That's when your husband first came to

through the hallwa

as if someone had hurled a free

only to discover he'd betrayed her on their wedding night with Jordyn. Every excuse she'd ever made for him-his late nights, hi

e was supposed to know better. Jordyn had always enjoyed stea

emotion, "Cathryn, let's get a divo

straight through it. Three years of loyalty, three yea

lips. "Liam, do you honestly th

pe; her mother's family had been loade

e sheltered heiress? The moment your mother's gone, you'll

lashing across her face. "What

draw blood. "If you run now, you might actually get

inctively, she was sprinting down t

cted wound to her wrist." With every syllable, the doctor's

ace. "My mother's been trapped in a daze for years. She could barely tell

e was rushed to the hospital

rifted in and out of fog for years-how could she su

ed casually against the fra

ther's last letter. It says she took her own life-and that you willingly gave up any claim to her assets. Dad j