k on him and walke

ing reminder. A muscle pulsed in his clenched jaw. He did

dresses and expensive handbags. She packed only a few pairs of old jeans, some f

out, pulling it behind her. She p

Miller, saw her. The old woman's

ng a thick envelo

ease give this to Mr. Sterling tomorrow morning? Along

in this house who had shown her kindness-a s

oor, the sound of her suitcase rollin

eviewing a stack of contracts. He was a notorious workaholic, but today, a freezing aura sur

Miller pushed the door open, st

m the paperwork. The dark scowl on his f

mug at his elbow. "Sir, Mrs. Sterling br

ce offering? Was she trying to apologize? To be fair, Ada had always been a flawless wife. She tailored every

d it. Still, the burning phantom sting on his cheek reminded him of her audacity. He was goi

stake?" he asked, his to

ly uncomfortable look. "...

e, finally look

, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled a thick white env

open. The bold words at the top of the document

sbelief. He had actually thou

.. she told me to tell you to hurry up and

mug with absolute disgust. "Dum

, Mrs. Miller grabbed the coffee

assets. No alimony, no property, nothing. He let out a short, contemptuous laugh. She actually had the spine to walk away with nothing? How was a sm

e final page. The

It read: "Irreconcilable differences due to the husband's sever

then rushed back, hot and furious. His fingers turned

's face turned c

damn

ardrooms, the jokes at country clubs. The m

atched his phone, jabbing at the screen wit

rang. Finally

voice was cal

he roared. "Yo

trickled thro

ve him insane. "It's the most logical explanation for our lack

arriage. He had been saving himself for Georg

the Wall Street Journal tomorrow," her voice

ic

hung

one buzzing in his ear. He squeezed the de