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y floors below. Seraphina adjusted the silk lace of her dress, her fingers trembling slightly. On the mahogany dining ta
eir third wedd
d, and the silent support system that kept his life running while he built his empire. She didn't mind the coldness or the long nights
inst a small, folded piece of paper. It was a sonogram from he
empty room, a small, hopeful smile grac
silence. Seraphina stood up quickly, smoothing her d
rey suit. But as he stepped into the light, the smile on Seraphina's face faltered. He
s the scent.
ominic had loved before her family went bankrupt, the w
e steady despite the thumping of her heart. "I t
gn
d a thick manila envelope onto the table. It slid across the polished wood, knocking over
tters at the top of the documen
ce was a mere brea
imself a glass of scotch, his back to her. "Her marriage in Europe is annulled. I've
lapsing. "Out? Dominic, we've been married for three years. I was there when the
eyes as cold as a winter sea. "Y
harder than a
," he continued, taking a slow sip of his drink. "I rewarded you for it. You lived in luxu
flicked it toward her. It fluttered through t
pers, take the money, and disappear. Don't make this difficult, or I'l
f the tiny life inside her. She thought of the three years she
th, the softness, the yearning-it all
, gripped the sonogram, and-in a move that surprised even herself-tu
as now perfectly still, she signed her na
sounding like a stranger's. She stood up straight, her shoulders s
ut you've made a fatal mistake. You think you're the one casting me aside, but you're just t
nd. "I'm a Sinclair, Seraphina.
e of her belongings. "Because the next time you see my face, you'll be th
ing the Sinclair name behind, the wom
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