The Billionaire's Wife Escapes To Antarctica

ed across the dining table, illuminating the three-course French meal that had been sitting there for two hours. The Wa

e clock on the wall. The hands pointed exa

er husband's private number. The line rang twice before clicking over to the automated v

-to-ceiling windows. The glittering skyline of Manhattan stretched out below her, millions of lights

and. It was a push notification from a social me

tification. A live video posted by Kade Vance filled the screen. The heavy bass of

e club in New York. Champagne towers stood tall on glass

er. Brigham Myers was there. He was looking down, a soft smile playing

a shifted. Giselle Leach stood ther

instantly. It was the exact dress Brigham had won at an auction just last w

the air. Brigham reached out and pulled Giselle by the waist, tucking her aga

burned into Amy's retinas. "Our queen is finally back. I h

her hand and hit the thick wool rug with a dull thud. The mu

yu beef, at the three anniversary candles burning down to the wax. The co

it to her lips and swallowed the red wine in one huge gulp. The alcohol burned t

left her feeling hollowed out. She dropped the glass onto the table, wrapped her arms around her wai

orbell

ope flared in her chest. She pushed herself up f

was not Brigham. It was the building's priva

. The butler held out a s

ent someone to deliver it." The butl

felt stiff, like they belonged

he stood in the entryw

the light from the hallway. Tucked next to the clasp was a small, printed

en signature. Just bla

inally spilled over. Hot tears tracked down her ch

ash can in the kitchen. She stepped on the pedal and dropped the box insi

ver to the liquor cabinet, pulled out a bottle of whiskey,

her laptop on the island chimed

ped the trackpad. The screen woke up. It was an enc

ptance: Three-Year Joint Glacier Ecology E

oject required her to cut off all outside contact for t

d in her mind. The sound of Kade's video echoed in he

tears stopped. A cold, har

ced both hands on the keyboard. She type

ation. I am ready t