The Invisible Wife’s Silent Sacrifice

cab open, her worn heel plunging directly i

reezing water soaked through her thin trench coat in seconds, sending v

tightly her knuckles ached. On the cracked screen, a s

ay. Car wreck. Get

her hair to her cheeks, but she couldn't feel the cold anymore. All sh

he

transplanted heart-that specific heart-could be damaged. The mere th

sprinted toward the glowing brass revolving doors of The Core Club. Her

rd in a custom-tailored uniform stepped directly

re," he stated, his voice a

ping the wet hair out of her eyes. "My hus

ping, cheap trench coat and ruined shoes with blatant

cked. "My husband is Cooper Guthrie! They

king breath. "Right. And I'm

marriage, no one in this elite circle knew her face

ching black car. In that split second, she dropped her sho

lobby. A puddle immediately formed around her ruined shoes on the pristine

suits and women in couture gowns stopped their conversations, starin

st the floor. Claire ducked under a waiter's tray, utilizing the momentary

tone as she bolted for the grand staircase, taking the steps tw

set of massive oak double doors stood slightly aja

shaking violently as she pushed them

od. She expected paramedics, a defibril

chandelier forced her to squint. Thick, pungent

ssive poker table covered in toweri

lood. There we

the sound of the doors hitting the walls, every si

nds, the room

ning, malicious laughter boun

ooper's closest friend, holding a crystal glass of amber whiskey. He walke

loud, theat

aughter. "The little gold digger actually fell

ushed to her cheeks, burning away the cold of the rain. She bit the inside of her chee

their mockery. She onl

here is he?" she demanded, her voice

ips. He pointed his whiskey glass toward a cl

just enough to make it intimate and vicious. "He

ire's chest like

nd

pit. The men around her started whis

, her wet shoes leaving dark stains on the Persian r

freezing brass handle, and without a s