lothes, shifting from Carla, the broken wife, to AURA, the creative powerhouse. She turned her back to the e

sound of expensive heels clicked

little tight. "Welco

ly familiar, and chillingly cold.

went rigid. I

nd imposing, with Everleigh Wade clinging to his arm. Their pre

nd, she saw surprise in his gaze, quickl

uickly, and stepped forward to grab her arm and pull he

out to get divorced anyway, so she didn't bothe

mile on her lips. "Mr. Darien, I'm

atient. "Do we need your money? Do we need

e sn

hole thing, and ne

ttention to her, he'd have notic

n a fraction of his attention. In fact, he thought that once s

expression dripping with disdain. "Work?" he scoffed. "Her

so fueled the fire in her gut. She straightened her spine, a sarcastic cu

ne in the sand between them. "And speaking of whi

that you've decided to get a divorce, you certainly were

one who proposed to her in front of many people. Has

tter anymore. Now, if you're not here to make a pur

gry.She's just an unremarkable salesperson. We're here to see AURA." She then turned to Ca

landed like tiny shards

hat imp

ver here, and he already

before her, a monument to her failure, an

. See? I'm better off without you. He thought this would break her, bu

le is quite full, but we can show you some of the existing pieces." Sh

piece, a breathtaking gown displayed on a central platform. It was a one-of-a-kind creation of l

he last three years designing for herself, a secret project that

red finger at it, turning to Darien

Her first instinct was