Escaping My Coldhearted Billionaire Husband

f the master bedroom pus

protectively over her eight-month pregnant bel

haute couture gown that screamed for attention, th

ith a deliberate click, turned t

nstinctively tightening against her s

s turned flat and cold. She walked slowly toward the sofa, her hee

ed down at A

hest. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She

d out a glossy, black-and-white piece of medica

nd stopped right

ound photo. The grainy image of a

da asked, her voic

rs reached up to touch the diamond necklace resting o

ly blank. A high-pitched ringing started in her ears, drowning

out and picked up the photo. She stared at t

hen I wear his dress shirts," Jacklyn whispered. "In the penthouse.

against Ada's skin. "He saw the photos I planted in your email, Ada. He thinks that ba

stomach churned so hard she tasted m

pain shooting across her lower abdomen. She gasped, grabbing he

her breathing shallow and e

tep closer. "You are the extra on

really think your family's company went bankrupt by accident?

d she collapsed heavily back onto the velvet sofa. Her ch

ed the landline phone on the end table. She ha

ed the cord and yanked it violently from the wall so

shattered

's control. Hot tears spilled over he

ng sound. "Desmond only married you to punish you.

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confusion and self-doubt spiraled through her mind. Carme

f despair. Ada forced herself to her feet. She

steps. A dark, calculated

. Her hand clamped around Ada's

cried out, trying

st, pulling her toward the locked bedroom door,