My ex-husband laughed at me at the entrance to his party and announced, “Come see what’s left of her.” I simply stepped out of the limousine beside the billionaire he feared most, saved the 8:17 p.m. voice message, and let all 60 guests discover the clause that could destroy him.
Damian looked desperately at Paisley, at his investors, at the journalists, and finally at Malcolm. Ultimately, his eyes returned to Serena, his stubborn pride fighting a losing battle against the terrifying reality of losing his entire life’s work.
“I may have exaggerated certain details,” he stammered continue reading …
