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Too Late for the Wife Who Walked Away

Too Late for the Wife Who Walked Away

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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1043    |    Released on: Today at 18:28

Philippe Calatrava. The velvet sofa felt too large, too empty, swallow

rs ago, she had married for love. She still remembered the brilliant, driven senior who had effortlessly reached a heavy art history book for her on t

marble coffee table, a

name that made her stom

reath, forcing the air into lungs that suddenly felt too tight. She

hi. How

, devoid of warmth. "I'm calling to check in

rip tightened on the heavy catalog, the sharp corne

rlie managed, the lie t

isn't a suggestion, it's a priority." The words were clipped, each one a perfectly polished stone

ll arrange it." The pr

ce that followed was heavier

broke the stillness. The e

harp edge of the coffee table. A dull, throbbing pain radiated up

eather gloves, his movements economical and precise. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his custom-tailo

le unwavering despite the ach

s overcoat, a fami

eliberate. A complete rejection. He draped th

rackled with a coldness that had nothing to do with the

nk of ice against the crystal the only sound in the room. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a

locking onto hers. They were cold, dev

said. His voice was a low, flat b

seen and brutal, squeezed her heart until she couldn't breathe. **Jayden Watson. The ghost that haunted their marria

ope. He tossed it onto the coffee table. It slid across the pol

etters on the top

E AGRE

mudge. Her vision tunneled. She looked at his face, searching

nly a wall of impene

e were discussing a corporate merger. "You'll be well compensat

r mouth. It was a small, sharp pain that grounded her, a tiny anchor in a w

ing-it would only fuel his contempt. I

o fists, she reached for the envelope. Her fingers brushe

crossed his face-she couldn't tell if it was annoyance or surprise. His sl

e. It took every ounce of strength s

sign

on leaving his shoulders. H

voice barely a whisper

rk white of her face, the dark circles under her eyes that

e word clipped and

e guest bedroom, not the maste

echoed through the silent apartment.

finally allowed he

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