The Jilted Wife's Ultimate SSS Comeback

ousness, her first reacti

penetrating her chest. Logically

eal. Silk bed curtains, crystal chandeliers, walls painted in champag

wrist was wrapped in thick bandages,

uses from years of typing on a keyboard. But th

own face i

te and a well-known "invisible figure" in high society, married real estate tyco

s-that face resembl

e had been reborn in a body that resembled her

leather shoes, and his exquisitely crafted face rev

oice cut through the haze. It was a

the silk duvet beside her hand. The soft rus

gn

d letters at the top of the

th a cruel satisfaction. "Isabelle

the shattered heartbreak he expected.

nerous. The house is yours. And five mill

a king bestowing ch

amusement. She assessed her own condition. The weakness in her limbs. Th

swept across the lavishly decorated room. It was a bea

was raspy from disuse, but t

en

ars, for screaming, for desperate p

, his brow furro

the first time. The utter lack of emotion in them

. Then, he reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and produced a heavy, bla

ot up her arm from her injured wrist, and she winced, a small, involuntary t

risp paper. She flipped directly to the last page, ignoring the pages of legal

't right. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was losi

a took the pen. With a smooth, steady hand,

Fos

the hesitant, looping script of the woman he tho

and the pen out to him. Her m

," sh

chanically, his eyes immediately dropping to the s

ice cut in again, a sharp edge of mockery in

a stark white against her pale skin. She ignored the dizziness that washed

walking towards the enormous walk-

ing. Nine o'cl

back to him, cle

t be

red at her retreating back, at the straightness of her spine, and for the first ti

It was as if he had al