The CEO's Billion-Dollar Divorce Regret

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silks, the scent of her perfume tha

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e to my apartment while you were sleeping. She told me... she told me i

ead. It made a sick kind of sense. A jealous wife, pushed too fa

call, my voice cold with anger. "When you hear from

bella's. But as I drove, a deep, gnawing unease about Serap

himmering tears that never fell, the dramatic performance. For the firs

ed at me, telling me to go home, to wait for Sera

the woman I had just wrecked my home for,

woman I had taken for granted,