n, with a view that swallowed Central Park whole. The room was minimalist

ial statements Kirsten had provided. "We'll never touch Damon's inheritance. But his earnings, the assets acq

ramrod straight. "I just want what I'm

st wives in your position want to drag it out. They want retribution. T

ution money, Eleanor," she said, her voice tight with an emotion that went beyond simple anger. "I ju

pedite things, and to give us leverage on alimony, we need proof of infidelity. Concrete proof. Phot

draped in Damon's coat, leaning agai

her voice as cold as th

uildings no longer felt like monuments to ambition, but like

s a shriek. "Moira called my housekeeper. You let some hom

t her window. "It's a strategy, Thea. I need them

, he's walking

"The higher he thinks he

sound of laughter drifted from the back garden. It was a

e of the house, her heels sinking slightly into the soft grass. S

ap. Not beside him. On him. She was feeding him a strawberry, her fingers brushing his lips. His ha

, suddenly felt unbreathable. It was the same feeling she'd had

a theatrical gasp and scrambled of

l. He looked at Kirsten not with guilt, but with pure annoyance,

around?" he demanded,

en, Damon. I live here." She looked at the crushed strawberry stai

front of her again, that familiar, protective stance. "She

ut loud. PTSD? Was that

ith an irony he completely missed. "Psychologi

She pressed a hand to her chest, her breathing sudden

rapping his arms around Jasmin, murmuring soothing words into her hair

eau of betrayal. Her own hus

he angled it just so, shielded by a large ros

apture of a perfe

ked back into the house. She opened he

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