Divorced And Penniless: The Billionaire's Secret Heir

the sweat pooling at the base of her neck. The restaurant was dim, filled with the low hum of expen

year whenever things felt too quiet. She had picked this restaurant. It was where they had celebrated their annivers

dn't apologize for the delay. He simply unbuttoned his suit jacket, glanced at t

ard, trying to catch his eye. "I

at. He picked up the menu, using it as a

oth, her fingers brushing his wrist. "Remember the first time we came here?

cold and empty. "Kiley. Stop.

rrived with the expensive Bordeaux, pouring a small amount into Aden's gla

. He pulled out a thick stack of paper, held together with a black clip, and sl

ing creeping into her mind that this do

en

amed at her. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. The air vanished from her lung

spered. "Aden, it'

g his watch. His index finger tapped the gla

asted like ash. "We have a

playing house," Aden said, his voice devoi

his arms. "Seraphina Va

The college girlfriend. The one he compared her to in silence for

sked, the realization dawning on her

n up for a month," Aden said

sclosure section. The numbers were wrong. They were completely wrong. According to this, she was e

ling. "It left me with nothing. I gave up my career for you

You contributed nothing financially. You should be grateful I'm not asking for

ire in her gut. The humiliation, the betrayal, the sheer arrogance of this

flattened on the table. The anger was a living thin

he glass of Bordeaux next to Aden's hand. The

r. The water glass toppled over, spilling across the table,

eyes widening slig

plashed across his cheeks, soaking the collar of his c

hattered. He slammed his fist on the table, ratt

. She threw them hard against his chest, the

ow and dangerous. "But Jules is mine.

nd. "You? A woman with no job, no money, no prospects? You think a judge will give y

clenched so tight her nails bit into her pa

et," Aden sneered. He stood up, adjusting his wet

the plush carpet. The silence in the room was deafening. Every eye was on her.

usly, holding a small leathe

Nothing. No wallet. No credit card. Aden had

ccount," she said, her

the table, stuffed them haphazardly

e tears she hadn't realized she was shedding. She wrapped her arms around herse

steering wheel once, twice, the horn blaring into the n

grabbed it, her heart leaping. Maybe Aden re

een without lookin

h-pitched, panicked. It was Brenda, the nan

evaporated, replaced instantly by

m blaring from the phone's speaker. "His nose is bleeding, and it won't stop! I'm using t

ce, the wine, the humiliation-all of it vanishe

hoving the key into the ignit

irst yellow light, her knuckles white on the wheel. In the rearview mirror, the warm glow of