days

e wore a razor-sharp, white Tom Ford suit that tailored perfectly to her waist.

g Hewitt Corporation annual charity gala. She kept her eyes glued t

lounges, a sharp, desperate voice l

dropped. She recognized that l

oor. She pressed her shoulder against the

l suit, his posture rigid and imposing. Standing directly in fr

out with both hands and grabbed the fabric of

cried, her voice thick with tears. "You p

n it in her bones, but hearing the word "divorce" come out of the mistress's

. He looked down at Kelsi with a gaze so heavy

it gently. He squeezed her delicate bones with enough f

reezing whisper. "I give you enough money to keep your mouth s

e tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to

cket, pulled out a silk handkerchief, and meticulously wiped the skin on his wrists w

eel the triumphant vindication of a wife catching a che

her, and he clearly didn't love Kelsi. He was a psychopath playing a p

y. She opened the voice memo app and hit record. She captured the audio

idn't feel the urge to kick the door o

lsi had grabbed a crystal vase from the side table and

e hallway as hotel securi

essing herself deep into the dark

out. His face was thunderous, radiating a dark, violent

he doorway, so

her a look so cold it seemed to freeze the

ward the main elevators. As he passed the ma

mall, custom-made diamond hairpin he had gifted her-one she had delibe

e shadows, his heart slamming

e stepped out of the darkness, the heels of her

eyes

enuine, naked panic flash across Hardy's dark eyes. He

expensive shoes to his perfectly styled hair, with a look of absolute, unadultera

arge black sunglasses from her purse and slid

alked right past him, heading

ded hairpin wrapped around him like a noose. A cold, paralyzing terror gr