An Unlikely Goddess: The Ex-Wife's Revenge

clearly territoria

first place-wasn't that what lawyers were paid for? They were sup

aster. He stuck his foot between it and the fr

d shut, she found herself

to fight back, he kissed her hard-borderline frantic. She couldn't even break fr

unk under them, givi

never acted li

air, but none of it cut through the haze in his mind. Not until a faint

in to whisper in her ear, his voice was hoar

le body

ew that. He had always known it. But he had never bothered to ask

about to

ilent, he simply p

nt from the close contact. "Sebastian, chill. It's not even my ovu

him to

lack hair spilling over the coffee-colored cushions-everything about her looked like a pre

made men forget reason. And yet,

ently resting a ha

t.

k, voice trembling. "I'm n

kno

even rougher

orize her shape. Time felt like it slowed to a crawl. Then he leaned

very move scre

thing hard, sprawled over her, clearly fight

r like this-never been this close

pushed

his chest. Her voice was low and raspy. "You can hold the twenty percent in your name. I'll just take the dividends. God kn

he said

not givin

arkened, u

rm around his neck, she pressed up against him. "Sign the papers, and I'

here'd you even pick

rgaining now. I spent years breaking my back for you. And how did that pay off? Gettin

hed into his coat pocket, and fished out a pack of cigare

never smok

he couch for ages, and now she looked like a total mess, while he still l

elt off abo

nursing a b

igging into his love life anymore.

't interest her either. She pulled her damp hair back, secured it with a claw clip, slip

ly. Just that after marrying Sebastia

alone, simple mea

scallions filled the kitchen-war

ously short, her legs fully on display. She looked tempting without even trying. But then she b

suddenly felt li

omehow, a version of Elaria like thi

bastian stubbed out his cigarette a

all, but

formed a room in

a half-finished painting-stars and ocean, not him

ross the canvas. The stro

ped kitchen and wrapped his arms around her waist f

is the life you want? A tiny place under 150 square meters, do

married to him for four years, she'd

y counted. Been

. And once the divorce is final? It's gonna be even better. I could upgrade to 2000 square met

ce changed. He

ife," he said thro

long," sh

ke that, he s

s. After a beat, his voice came out husky: "If that's really th

ime, that mig

m. Sweet talk and smooth moves meant nothing. She'd

odles, while he suddenly

her, saying

nd Bianca flashed in her mind. Her lips curl

fingers over her stomach. Tonight,

ice dropped even lower

didn't

ave. Even the dog tugging on hi

ria had to give

wn, fingers lacing tight with hers, and

ing night had he e