The Scorned Wife's Secret Billionaire Identity

the smell of sulfur briefly masking the scent of the expensive roast cooling on the dining table. It was the third time she had lit the c

the high ceilings of the Manhattan penthouse that never quite felt like a

alls. The screen was a black mirror reflecting her own p

inum tie clip she had designed herself, embedding a small sapphire on the underside

nking his espresso. He hadn't mentioned the date. He hadn't even mentioned

pressing against her eardrums. It was

he phon

king against the table leg. She scrambled to grab it, her heart leaping into her

on the screen

de's H

st it left her dizzy. Her fingers tre

voice was a c

rofessional, clipped, and devoid of the warmth doctors usually tri

, her chair scraping loudly agains

ly, Mrs. Malone. She's gone into cardiac ar

vangeline's knees buckled, and she had to grab the edge of th

ing," sh

bed her car keys, leaving the anniversary gift sitting on the table lik

on lights of the city into streaks of red and yellow. Evangeline drove with a desperation that bordered on m

hear her. Tears hot and stinging blurred her vi

er looked at Evangeline and seen a person, not a

ity guard shouting about a "No Parking" zone. She sprinted through the aut

ed, gripping the recept

p slowly, her eyes pitying. "Room 4

, her lungs burning, her legs feeling like lead. She burst i

down, his expression grim. He looked at Evangeline, wet hair pl

ry, Mrs.

o the stomach. Evangeline stumbled back,

"No, you said you wer

we could. Her heart

. She had to see. She had

dark. Nana lay on the bed, looking smaller than Evangeline had e

gs trembling so hard she could barely stand. She

collapsed onto the side of the bed, burying her face in Nana's sheets, sobbing uncontrolla

d into the silence. "Please

inutes, maybe hours. T

cent drifted to her nose. It was faint, lingering in

Floral.

r. Nana never wore perfume. She was allergi

e who was quietly tidying up

. Her voice was hoarse, but ther

round immediately. She fidgeted wi

staff, ma'am," t

crushing, but a spark of anger was igniting in the center of it.

eyes. "A... a family friend came by earlier. Just to drop

ine demanded,

dn't catch

d she smelled on Cedric's collars when he came home late. The sign

e Ser

Chloie, who had made Evangeline's life a living hell for three years, wh

Authoritative. The sound of expensive lea

rd the door just as Ce

n outside. He looked like he had just stepped out of a board meeting, which he

et away, his dark eyes scanning the room, assessing the situation w

Cedric asked, looking pa

her world had just ended, and he was asking for the

e doctor re

e was no softness in his gaze. No pity. Just a mild annoy

th a mix of sorrow and fury. She pointed a shaking fing

earing between his eyebrows. "Eva

Evangeline grabbed Cedric's lapels, desperate for him to believe her, desperat

tly but firmly. He held her wrists for a

ic said, his voice calm and patronizing. "You are grieving, and you a

!" Evangeline screamed

the log hasn't been updated since the morning shift. Evangelin

, hysterical sound. "My grandmother is

c said, straightening his jacket. "I handled the ar

o leave. Ju

to her husband's retreating back. The realiza

. Truly, comp

her chest, something soft and hopeful that she had nurtur