The Revenge of the divorced wife

s the marble floor of the master suite. Vivienne Hartley-Cross stood by the vanity, brushing the final coat of nude

s way. Controlled. Presenta

at the clo

ld've been

s and overseas investors required his round-the-clock att

t door echoed faintly

olished floors. As she descended the grand staircase, she spotted Julian entering the foyer-suited up in navy, a loo

aid, forcing a smile as sh

ed toward her.

talk," he

nked. "Okay.

riefcase and pulled out a thick envelope. Her na

" she asked, a

rce pet

topped. "Ju

nch. "I've al

she couldn't hear anything bu

"We-we had dinner two nights ago. We laughe

controlled and tight.

roaked. "Wha

ed. "I know abo

cked the air

t af

g the art curator who'd been helping her

ified. "I never-Julian,

the mes

mess

w what y

ce trembling. "Show me. Show me

mply turned and walk

ng him. "You can't just throw

cided to crawl into bed with someone else!" he

swear to you. I've never touched anyone

an. You'll be taken care of. I've arrange

signing a

ce sharp like steel. "Be

n the center of their mansion, as everything she though

**

moved from the

ke a curse. Her mind had gone numb, spiraling in circles-trying to pro

s. Divorce

ut, left her with legal paperwork and a heart full of splint

ll hadn

dn't k

blankly at the untouched coffee she'd poured just after sunrise. The world outside thei

ed from the k

ph

omeone else. A name flashed across the screen: Clara Beaumont,

f fli

eone beli

whispered as

hrough in a breathless pani

me divorce papers this morning. I-

urgently. "They posted it twent

blood ran c

calling you 'The Cheating Trophy

dn't

they've got screenshots of texts with someone named Noa

the counter. "He's an art c

lara said. "I'd lay low if I were you.

er. Vivienne barely heard the rest. Her ears were

didn't just believe a lie-he