After Betrayal, She Claimed Her Empire

't wash things clean. It j

puddle of gray slush. The water seeped through the cheap leather of her shoe,

was custom-made. Red velvet. Julian's favorite. Or at least, the

private members-only club on the Upper East Side. The buildi

e metabolic disorder had turned her body into a prison of soft flesh and water retention. Her face, once merely pl

dn't look at her face.

mbled slightly. It always did when she used

subtle movement, a micro-aggression she had become an expert at cataloging. He

he doorman said, his tone flat. "He l

The words hung in the wet air, pathet

d the box

th in the cold air. He unhooked the velv

jazz and the scent of aged leather and expensive cigars. She walked down the dimly lit corridor. Her wet

P suite was solid mahogany. She raised her hand to

d, raucous, m

an's college friend. "You can't tell me you're going

mmered against her ribs, a

used when he spoke to his lawyers. "It's the third anniversary. The contract stipulates I have to be phy

"I've seen her, man. She looks like she ate the

ise in her throat. She

han the mockery. "She is a signature on a piece of paper. Nothing more. The only woman in this

eone toasted. G

r fingers were white, gripping the car

ies were too intimidating. She thought maybe, just maybe, if she showed him she re

wasn't a wife. She wasn't even a person.

eartbreak. Heartbreak was poetic. This was a severance. It w

d. She placed the cake box gent

idn't

st time. She didn't cry. The tears were stu

movements were robotic.

watching her, a smirk playing on his lips. He ex

nking. She pushed the heavy doors

dn't hail a cab. She walked. She walked until her feet were numb. She

ocket. Her fingers were shaking

aled a

egal Counsel," a t

Her voice didn't tremble t

It's 11 PM. Dr

she said. "I want th

before he

n polish and emptiness. Julian rarely slept here. He kept a se

ets crisp and untouched. She walked to the wall safe. She pun

ce he had given her on their wedding day. He had called

She placed it o

ollen from the medication she had been secretly taking, the medication that wasn't w

e ring next t

ngle, battered suitcase. The one she had br

-out jeans. She left the silk, the cashmere, the designer lab

vanity mirror. She

d. A scar running down her le

hispered to her refle

erfume-Chanel No. 5, a gift from

hurl

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g down on the marble counter. The spiderweb cracks distorted h

o

e of stationary. S

d is yours. M

house key on

ears of marriage, and she had nothing to show

She had kept it charged for three years

r that hadn't been

ang

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Godfather," she whispered