didn't reach his eyes, which remained cold and calculat

"Alright, Sera. What is it this time? A highe

ed into his suit jacket, pulling out a sleek checkbook and a Montblanc pen. With a few quick, practiced

buy yourself something pretty. Then be a good girl and go

hed family heirloom, to cover the mounting "household expenses" he had manufactured in their last year together, e

check from

a smug, triumphan

With deliberate slowness, she tore the check in half. Then in half again. She let th

d by a raw, ugly fury. "What the hell do you want?

y in the eye, her voic

ivor

ce went blank, then a harsh, incredulous laugh burst from him, short and mocking. "A divorce?

hain. The couture gowns, the charity galas, the trips to St

nreadable. His words, once capable of inf

most conversational, "You always knew L

of guilt or surprise in his eyes. He turned his back to her a

laced with a chilling amusement, a

g. He knew. He had watched her life drain away, her

ustification. "You need to understand something, Sera. Lila is fragi

ation of his true nature. He didn't want a partner; he wa

ound escaped her,

nto an unbreakable shield. "We are getting a di

hoice. "Everything you've ever given me-the jewelry, the cars, the pent

letting the

I want from yo

ame, was an insult he couldn't process, a blow to his colossal ego. His face conto

was