The Tycoon's Awakening: Losing My Wife

in the center of the m

ning blew a steady stream of cold air over her bare shou

y nightstand. The cold metal of her sma

erced her retinas in the dim room. It was

iped the s

tailored dark suit jacket hung over the back of a plastic cha

across the glass. The

d to the back was tightly gripping a m

est. Her lungs constricted. Her fingers clamped down on t

orner of a smiling eye. Joseph. Her breathing turned shallow and rapid.

front entryway of the penth

ting the hardwood floor grew louder. The footstep

e phone face-down

. He was yanking his silk tie loose. His jaw was set in a hard, r

pital rubbing alcohol mixed with the sickeningly sw

He stared down at Camelia. She was

s voice was a low, gravell

inside of her mouth tasted like copper.

He didn't blink. "Her stomach is weak. You are goin

hed over Camelia. Her stomac

the maid for the Morrow

stantly dropped ten degrees. He took a slow,

nd Camelia's jaw. His grip was like a steel vi

eement you signed," Duke said. Hi

"You have four months left until the divorc

on spread from her neck down to her fingertips. She swall

a slow, s

eleased her jaw. He turned his back to her a

slid shut. The sound of ru

f her legs. Her bare feet

llway to the open-concept kitchen. She pulled open

nd a loaf of gluten-free bread. She sl

e avocado. Her motions were stiff, robotic, and overly fo

frying pan. The loud sizzle drowned out the

nt, the dull hurt in her eyes was replaced by something sharp and cold, a flicker of hardened resolve hi