Reclaiming His Ex-wife

inner?" The maid's voice was s

r, she hadn't touched it. A bottle of red

ng Nolan

ything in the hopes that he wou

he table's edge. No Maria, tha

Isabella a look filled with somethin

at the wall cl

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was disappointed, perhaps

ansion. Everything appeared flawless because o

withou

as she rubbed a finger over

led her in his arms as if he couldn't bear to be apart from her for an

ne. Or perhaps he

t shook the glass windows. She looked at the front door, som

fork, forcing hers

. She swallowed past the lump in h

than comfort. Marble floors, high ceilings and priceless

tarting a life here with Nolan. Now, it felt like a prison made of glass. B

liberate. The staff. The ones who still moved around, pretending not to notice how their

questions. Just like she never asked w

and pretend she didn't care. Pretend she wouldn't be sittin

od, the front d

ed before she

as h

na

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his dark hair and untied his tie with the other one. As usual, his ex

wledgement, he looked away and

e scent

t the faint scent of whis

Floral with a touch

ilk dress. She forced herself to remain

overth

ke, keeping her voice

. He just rolled his shoulders as if the wei

sank into her ha

light shift in hi

gy. Just that single word, spoken lik

he overpowered scent t

down. She wanted to ask who she was, wanted to d

he di

convincing herself t

im would only push

e nodded. A sm

thout another word, head

of he

s in his voice, the perfume or the fact

before she co

ollow

oor as she followed Nolan upstairs. He didn't glanc

outside his study and left the door slight

lla s

ted through the g

el

's breat

the cold wall. She could see t

head tilted up, lips parted as she

d. You should let

idn't s

ined in

stomach. She was certain they would

o push Evelyn away. Waited f

he d

tood ther

ting her whisper things

from Isabella's lips be

gaze shifting toward the

met in the

ched-out second, th

something. To tell her it's not what it

an said

a

s louder than

she stepped back. She didn't wa

a deep, shattering that she

t. This i

d and wal

all. Down

n the one before, as if a heavy wei

heir bedroom, she quickl

't cry o

pa

ad created with him, one

tted brightness on the nightstand,

t between her fingers, gazing at

thinking, sh

locked with her in his stud

walked ou

never lo