The Broken Wife's Ultimate Revenge

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ummeted. The air van

the woman stepping out of the black SUV was unmistakable. Corrin Henderso

n was

ug into her palms. The

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at her. He neve

walk-in closet. His fingers to

led. Her che

he smelled it. A heavy, expensive niche

was the exact scent

d up. Her kn

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. She hated how

d the tie onto a leather ch

empty. Cold. He looked at her like she w

you have the right to

harsh, humo

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ched. The muscle ti

ee long strides. He backed her up until he

, trapping her in his shadow. The scen

ever say

a low, dange

ut her. Not after what you

or. Her heart hammered agains

re fake. I told you. I never signed a S

ripped her chin, squeezing hard.

p ly

fanned ov

ou sold your body to climb into my world

orners of her eyes.

as the perfect, quiet wife," Adelbert warned, his grip tightening

her chin. He

rom his pocket and wiped his fingers.

to the trash can. He turned a

t. The sound echoed

out. She collapsed o

the mirror. She forced herself to t

ed the red marks on his fingers left

e top-floor boardroom of Lan

gany table. The projector screen behind he

t's clothes-the vanilla and amber-was stuck

are

mbers on the screen turned

ee from the Q

ked. Her hand

om her sweaty fingers. It hi

able stopped typing. They e

the edge of the tabl

hit her stomach. The

k. She fell forward

a pair of strong arms wrapped aroun