The Ex-Wife’s Grand Return

my life, the man who promised to protect me fore

onage and sabotaging company projects, all while his first love, H

forever. I was dying, suffering from late-stage cancer, and he didn't even know, or care. He was too busy

m, who was also my doctor, the only person who truly cared for me

ould lose even the right to hear his voice

ldn't let

ving him Simon Corp, the compan

hoping he would

was

n, a powerful woman with a new identity, read

pte

k with the scent of paper and quiet ambition. It was a pla

ereby declare this to be my last will and testament."

with a worried frown. Karissa was anything but of sound body. She w

my shares in Simon Corp, my personal prope

hand paused. She k

band, Brad

a testament to a love th

ormal procedure. "Karissa

ure, D

u some water. Or call a

faint smile on her lips.

voice cracking slightly.

erformed every single day of their four-year marriage. A

rfectly prepared meals growing cold on the

s settled in her ch

cy." Karissa stood, her mov

r figure looking thin and fragil

d. Karissa Simon, the celebrated heiress of the city, w

ed into long streaks of color, mirroring the te

thumb hovering over his name

e answered. "What do you want?

aid, the name

at," he snapped.

called him that since they were children, ba

the background, a woman's voice,

d instantly. "No

s breath

to sign the divorce papers," he s

teady, to hide the tremor. "I

ne wen

plifying the ringing in her ears. A single tear fi

o weak. S

ht back, she would lose even the r

. It was a house he'd had designed for his first love, filled

r territory to her only sanctuary. She had learned to cook for him, a

loneliness. She turned on some soft music, t

ast midnight. He w

ight in her chest. As she was about to turn off the ligh

, stubborn thing,

cold night air with him. He sme

e full of a relief she couldn't hide. "A

out to tak

her against the wall. His eyes were dark with a mix of a

inst her ribs. She was scared

t the sound of his name on her lips seemed to

rled, his voice a low gr

the stairs, leaving her

e of nausea washed over her. It was always like this. On

er so much? She c

skin. She went upstairs and quietly prepared his pajamas and a g

d for a l

er, a towel slung low on his hi

htstand, which she hadn't signed. Then he

divorce,

r world tilting on it

ords he spoke next shattere

Hettie