Jilted Ex-Wife? The World's Top Designer

linging to the marble walls and making the air heavy. Calleigh stood by

road back shifting with the sharp movement, before le

steady the rapid thumping in her chest.

. He dragged the cotton across his ja

y above a whisper. "Lily's follow-up appoin

ed the towel into the wicker hamper.

lleigh," he said, his voice a flat, hard l

tallic tang of blood. "But the bone marrow registry. We haven't heard anything,

e walk-in closet. He reached for the rack, his fingers brushing past

n the hardwood floor. "You missed her last th

gers pulling the knot tight with a violent jerk. "Stop using the kid to hold me hostage.

th hot moisture. "She doesn't care about the firm. Sh

into the inner pocket of his tailored suit ja

he paper was loud in the quiet room. He ripped the slip of paper

housand. That's your allowance for the month. Hire another sp

n black ink. Her hands started to shake.

you can buy off, Hakeem,"

nto a glare, but before he could speak, a

phone. The ringtone he o

tion in his eyes melted away, replaced by a sudden, i

red it immediately. "Hello?" he said, his voi

ould hear the frantic, tearful voice

the. It's okay. I'm leaving right now.

fingertips went numb. "Are you going to her?" she a

were a stranger standing in his bedroom. The warmth in his

cket and shrugged it o

out, her fingers wrapping around the expensive wool of his sleeve. "J

e. He yanked his arm

the polished floor. She stumbled backward, her arms flailing, until her

lips. Pain radiated up her

t look down. He just adjusted his

of the penthouse slammed shut, the s

he floor, her knees pulled to her chest, the cold air