Discarded Wife's Billionaire Revenge Unleashed

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ter I' d been treated for the burns, a performance of contrition that was both pathetic and insulti

ard, undeniable proof of Adler's infidelity to not only secure the divorce but to ensur

r. He'd always claimed it was for "confidential business," and I, the dutiful wife, had never questioned it. Juliana

source of humilia

He kept a small, biometric safe under his side of the bed, a place he assumed I would n

othing. My birthday. Nothi

self-mocking impulse, I e

e click

re was no pain, no shock. Just a quiet, final confirmation of a truth

case to the third floor and

culine scent of leather and old books I had expected,

en I s

study. It

h framed photographs. Hundreds of them. It was a meticu

houlder. At their high school prom, her in a glittering gown, him in a tuxedo, looking at her with an adoration I had only ever seen in movies. There wer

looking at his bride. He was looking at Juliana, who stood just out of the frame, a bittersweet smile on her face. The p

th him was a lie. I wasn't the wife. I w

escaping my lips. But I didn't allo

perfume bottle on the desk. I photographed a stack of handwritten letters, love notes from Adler to Juliana, date

mouse has finally

me jump. She was standing in the doorway,

" I said, my voice surprisin

one of your pathetic little games to get his attention. It won't work. He spent the entire

y because he had shown a sliver of decency toward his wife who

ting through my grief. "He doesn't love anyone but himself. You're just a beau

rted with rage

lap. Then another. And another. I stumbled backward, my head ringing. She

, and with a sickening groan, the heavy shelving

assive weight of their shared history

blur of mo

en noticed, one that must have connected to hi

one insane, fleeting second, I

h a sickening crunch of bone. He threw his own body in front of the falling shelves, not

in pain, but his arms were wrapped protectively arou

f agony radiating up my arm. It w

"My pictures! Harper, you clumsy idiot, look

d on the wreckage of his shrine. I saw something on his collarbone, a faint, pinkish scar where my name, tattooed in

ou, Harper," he said, his

last symbol of our bond gone,

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