The Billionaire's Ego: My Ruthless Divorce

nsel had described in his letters. The man wearing it turned, his silhouette sharp against the glittering chaos of the Bellagio, and her drugged, hopeful mind filled

ho had taken everything. The first thing she noticed, as a nurse stitched the torn skin of her thigh, was that he never once looke

in Carleigh's eyes. It was the third time the waiter had approached Table 4-the bes

ike me to clear this? Perha

s pristine, uncrushed by the weight of the man who was supposed to be sitting there. Three years. One t

shake. It was dry, like dead leaves scrapi

t a call. It was a news alert. She flipped it over. The screen illuminat

n-dollar merger gala. Spotted at Mount Sinai V

s suit jacket off, his white shirt sleeves rolled up. His hand was brushing a stray hair from Blanca's forehead. His expression was etched with a raw, frantic wor

made inhaling difficult. But she didn't cry. The tears had dried up somewhere ar

e pulled a pen from her clutch-a Montblanc Kenton had given her as a "corporate gift" for Ch

ached for he

istance that felt like a final, desperate cling. She placed it squarely in the center

d dress, grabbed her clutch, and walked out. She didn'

ually, Hopkins, the family driver, would be idling at the curb. Tonight, she hadn't called

backseat smelled of stale pin

e to,

Hotel," Car

rectangle Kenton had given her on their wedding day. "For household expense

ever set

eel. The lobby smelled of expensive lilies and old money. She approached the front desk. The manager, a

f an inch. "Mrs. Parker. Welco

aza Suite," Carleigh

cost forty thousand dollars a ni

the morning. And send up a bottle of your vintage Do

chine beepe

in before her father gambled it away. Carleigh kicked off her heels near the door

'. Inside were PDF files of high-resolution scans-before and after photos of 17th-century oil paintings. The work of "Vee." They were mostl

Word d

tition for Dissol

e wireless printer in the suite's office hummed to l

ervice waiter had just delivered. She took a sip. It tasted

tated for months on what to write. Irreconcilable differences was too soft. Adulte

the three years of cold shoulders, the nights he slept in the gue

tive smile tou

he pen hard i

been unable or unwilling to perform marital duties, citing irreversible er

izing truth. But it was the only thing that would hurt a man lik

capped