His Cold Revenge, A Hidden Love
e Fry
For two days, I had been lying in this lumpy, unfamiliar bed, a fever ragin
wed by my mother' s hysterical shri
from there! For Go
ious, sun-drenched bedroom overlooking the park. This was a cramped, water-stained box in a rund
father was perched precariously on the windowsill of the
is face blotchy and swollen with tea
with you!" my mother sob
ked, my throat raw.
o me. "Callie! My little
the lie tasting like ash in m
"There's one way. You have
ze. "
thing our family did for him, giving him a place, a wife... he owes us! He must sti
nly they knew he' d handed me divorce papers with a smile while talking about his true lov
id, my voice flat. "I
're his wife! Go to him, Callie! Use your looks, your charm! Do whateve
cating. I looked at my mother's terrified f
ed, the word a su
ight, black, and ridiculously short. "You look beautiful, darling," she sa
asking for help. I looked like a hooker. The thought made my stomach churn. What a jo
d signed that prenup without a fight. Was my mother right? Had he been in love with me? The thought was
es that it was hopeless. I had to let them watch me be hu
, gleaming skyscraper like hopeful vultures. The look on their faces as I got out
ex-wife. The fallen socialite. I could feel their eyes on me, hear their whispered comments. I held my head high, my bac
was sitting behind a massive desk, not looking up as I entered. The power in the room was a physical force, pressing down on
is face, but it didn't reach his eyes. Those were as cold
ado crumbled. "Kane, I... I n
athetic whisper. I felt m
Ask me? Why on earth would you think you
is was pointless. I was a
turning to leave. "I'm
n, every private act of contempt. He had every right to hate me. I deserved t
ai
me at the door. I
d and predatory. "I didn't say I wouldn't help. But everything has a pri
uld want? My body? The thought was laughable. This was the man who had slept
ned in close, his scent-sandalwood and success-filling my senses. His voice dropped
ed. I shoved him away, my hand striking his chest. "You
buy me, like some cheap commodity, just to humiliate me. Bec
gleam replaced by a familiar, chilli
I fled his office, my heart po
pped out of the building. "What did he say?
my head, un
er exploded. "After everything we
d. He doesn't owe us anything. We were awful to him.
arted muttering about finding a bridge, and my mother burst into tears. My head throbbe
led every friend he had. No one answered. He hurled his phone against the wall, screaming about fair-weather f
voice weak. "Go back to him. You must have got
at left me with nothing. I couldn't add that
o be humiliated!" my brother, Ju
filled with concern. "Did he...
word scraping my t
ane hope returning to her eyes. "See? He s
more. I stood up. "I'm
than spending money and planning parties. But I was beau
spent countless nights, dropping thousands of
entrance. But when I told him I needed a job, a flicker of pity crossed his face. He hired me on the spot as a
of shame and hope. Maybe I could d
e of ludicrously expensive champagne in my hand
en I s
a
raped over his arm. He was surrounded by men I knew-sons of billionaires and hedge f
nce. He was laughing, a low, rumbling sound that I had never heard before. It hit me then, with the force of a physical b
wanted to run, to disappear.
had been trying to get in with mine for years. Now, he was looking at me like I was someth
n me, stripping me bare. I knew what was c
ey. For my father, for my mother. I co
shatter. "Leo. Good to see you. Can
"I've got a better idea. I'll give you five thousand dol
my blood turning to ice. I glanced at Kane,
y indifferent, a silent spectator to my
ered. He reall
Mark," I said, my voic
a black credit card. "Ten thousand. Jus
t twenty, if you crawl over here an
ood. It wasn't about me. It was about him. Kane must have told them we were divorced. He must
owsill. I thought of the eviction
u haggle over a tip. There's no way you'd part with twenty grand." I looked him straight in
uldn't. He w
ng on his face. "You bitch! You think yo
ey were offering... it could solve so many pro
"Fine," I whispered, the word tast
it cracking, and began to
ch the carpet, a strong hand gri
to
as K
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