A Billionaire's Boredom, A Wife's Rise

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bedroom where I was sketching at my new drafting table. He was hold

He hadn' t expected me to be here. He' d clearly come to pack for

a moment, his jaw tight. It was clear he was trying to

e said finally, his body tense. "I wa

was extending an invitation, but his entire

genuine, unrestrained sound of amusement.

ased at my laughter. He l

For three years, I had been the compliant, u

said, my voice br

nic in his eyes. He knew I didn't fit into his world of corporate sharks and old-money hei

rmance of a husbandly duty he felt obligated to f

ent down and started pulling clothes out of the suitcase, th

ook at me.

ice tight with barely concealed rage. "A last-mi

o face me. "So, you shouldn't go eith

otion. I turned back to my drafting table, pic

or the argument he was clearly spoiling for. When none came,

riveway. I walked to the window just in time to see him tiptoeing down the front

e had just needed to

barrass him in front of his friends. Now, it was different. Now, he was

llights of his car fa

range sense of calm settling over me. How

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