Reborn From Heartbreak: The Genius Ex-Wife

screen revealing a truth that shattered her quiet life

gers fumbled, the cloth slipping to the floor. She reached for the phone. It wasn't locked. Heathcliff Sterling never bothered with a password around her. She was part of the furniture. She tapped the screen. The contact name glarin

her own phone, she opened an app she'd installed three years ago, a week after their wedding. A GPS t

sed. Parked on

to The

e the cold diamonds Heathcliff had bought for occasions he barely remembered. Her fingers dug into the velvet lining at the back, closing

gray T-shirt. A pale woman with hair pulled into a severe bun stared back

of marriage compressed into a single, sharp point: the burn of spices o

of her own blood loud in her ears. She didn't need to a

oors slid open onto plush carpet that deadened the sound of her footsteps. Outside the

e in her

king so badly she had to steady it w

ed the d

A pair of his Italian leather shoes were kicked into a cor

running water came from the bathroom,

icking of a clock on the wall was a sharp,

rough the crack of the open door, Ada caught a glimpse of a familiar blue and white pleated skirt tossed on t

she lo

er lips. "Oh, don't look so tragic, Ada," Georgiana purred, her voice dripping with practiced sweetness. "It's not as

t a stranger. It was her own sister, Georgiana Kowalski. Georgiana was a born beauty, universally hailed as the city's Red Rose. With her captivating grace and absolute pe

e face she had loved with a desperate, foolish hope-tightened not with guilt, but with sharp annoyance. Georgiana immediately glided toward him

draped neatly over the arm of a chair, as if he had been sitting there, maintaining a

ng here?" he aske

No scream came. No tears. Sh

steered the car toward the one place that was

living room, trimming the stems of white ros

out. "Heathcliff

hed, a sound of weary patience. "H

He looked at Ada, his l

ive. "Do you have any idea how many women in this city are desperate for a man like him? Rather tha

s, her nails biting into her palms.

anne's voice cut through the silence, stopping her in her tracks.

iliating heat ri

iff and Georgiana were the golden couple of high society. She just didn't want to give up her posi

been nothing but a drab housewife orbiting her husband. Meanwhile, Georgiana is a star, the absolute center of the stage. You

eyes burned with unshed tears as she realized the harsh truth. H

nly irritation at the disruption. She was

rrifying calm settled o

d out of the house tha

her skin, but she felt nothing. She stood on the man

throat-not a sob, bu