The Exiled Wife's Secret Double Life

phere of the exclusive Manhattan club, a powerful arm snaked around her waist from the shadows. She was yanked backward, her spine colliding with

expensive single-malt scotch, and the unmistakable, aggressive heat of th

er chest. But before that dangerous warmth could take root, the blindi

of voices screamed, accompanied by

es. But the cheers died in a collective, suffocating gasp as the crowd's eyes adjusted to the scen

s waist vanished instantly

ted his formidable build. His jawline was carved from granite, and his piercing gray eyes radiated a cold, dominant intensity. He was the apex predator of the modern tech world. Years ago, when everyone else was fighting over standard software, Douglass had aggressively pivoted into artificial intelligence, estab

rwhelming aura of power, a younger Evangelina wouldn't have spe

and betrayal. She had lost her child, stabbed him in the shoulder in a fit of absolute despair, an

ad witnessed her downfall, Evangelina simp

id, her voice smooth and

all knew Evangelina was still legally Mrs. West. And they all expected her to sta

her, the lounge doors swung open again. A

cut off in traffic, and I w

yes wide and innocent. She stopped dead in her tracks, her gaze landing on Evangelina. For a split second

back!" Chaya exclaim

ely in front of her in a clear, undeniable posture of protection. It was a subtle moveme

would have screamed, cried, and demanded to know why her own husband treated her like a monster while tre

I just landed a few hours ago," Evangelina said casually, her tone conversational. "I completely fo

out to lightly grasp Douglass's sleeve in a picture-perfect display of shy gratitude. "That

e to break the ice and defend their

t you take a seat? We're about to cut the cake!" one o

secluded velvet sofa in the corner, leaving the