The Neglected Wife Makes Her Spectacular Comeback

ago. A single, frantic messag

collapsed. They've taken her to

he marble staircase of the penthouse she never felt was hers, past the doorman who still

ach breath a ragged gasp. The oak double doors at the end of the corridor were her only focus. Eleanor. The only person

y door open, her pa

wasn't the sharp, antisep

s fre

freesia. Baylie Kan

was a small sitting area with a glass coffee table. Straight ahead

inds on the inner door's window, she c

llows. She was wearing a silk robe, her honey-blonde hair perfec

ge of the bed, holdin

husb

ng something, his voice too low to hear, but the expression on his face was one Ciel had only e

sical clenching so tight it stole her breath. Her hand,

nge let out a

as e

mask of cold fury. His gray eyes, the color of a storm-tossed sea, locked

from a corner of the sitting area. He held a beautifully

him. He didn't look at Ciel. He walked to the glass coffee table and tos

cover. The bold, black lett

ION AND CONFIDENT

His voice was flat,

. Her throat was tight, dr

ving a nervous breakdown. The media, the online trolls... it's all

t. You agree to take full responsibility in the press

trength to look at him, at his perfect, cruel face. "The hotel inc

hat again, Ciel. That pathetic victim act i

oom, a soft, perfectly

of his suit jacket and pulled out a heavy, black Mont

ordid history of your time in the New York foster care system wil

er c

ving a cold, terrifying vacuum. That was her line. The one thing she had fo

their marriage flash before her eyes: the silent dinners, the separate bedrooms, the way he looked through her

hat, the fight

ng in her chest slowed to a dull, steady rhythm. The

cry. She di

ovements calm, almost graceful

s. He had expected a scene. Tears. Bargaining. This quiet compliance was

paper. It made a soft, scratc

l D

ge, the elegant script a stark con

ss the glass table toward him. Her movement

Her heels made no sou

ie

tight. He hadn't me

he door but did

id, her voice a low, empty whisp

ed back into the hallway. The door clicked s

lection in the mirrored walls. A pa

n for the ground floor. She pr

igned. Now, it was