Hiding The Billionaire's Son After Divorce

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revenge because he believed I was responsible for the accident that killed Isis, the woman he loved. He knew just how much I loved him. I had always loved

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sky wept with me. He walked right past me the next morning like I was a stranger, like I didn't exist, while I lay there s

the thick envelope across the mahogany dining table.

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th disgust. He slammed his palm on th

dered in a crisp black shirt rolled at the sleeves, the veins in his forearms taut fr

ht nose, and high cheekbones that gave him an almost regal profile. Women fawned over him. He was charming wh

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t when he had never g

om the sidelines. And all it took was an anonymous text for him to believe I was a murderer. To turn on me

, and sentenced to this

ecause he needed me dependent. Powerless. That was how he controlled me. How he punished me. He humiliated me, isolated me from everyone I loved, made me miserable

because I loved Luka just that much, so confident in my delu

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pen was the only

. "Good," he sneered. "I want you out of this house by morning. Don't t

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again, back to the night tha

d just reported the biggest profit margin in five years and the investors had insisted on a pa

I was used to it. Invisib

nd pretending the popcorn didn't taste like ashes. The doorbell rang arou

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, taking my husband's arm

e how I managed it without tumbling back down the

leave him there

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verything I had dreamed of. My heart took

. maybe he was start

on't even know anymore. But I felt alive. I felt seen. I had always wa

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happen. I convinced myself it meant something. I tried to b

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rom the doctor's off

g it. I knew what he would say. That I was lyin

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g and force me to g

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o know that I was carrying the heir to the Thorne em

e carved in ice. "Don't contact me. Don't show up. Don't try

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book me a flight to New Zea