Claiming My Rival's Ex-Wife As Mine

bubbles fizzing in her eyes, the scent of yeast and spoiled grapes flooding her senses. A collect

saw was her husband, Jace Welch, his hand still holding the em

e hissed, his voice a low venom

s, clutched his arm. Her big, innocent eyes were wel

ies that weren't hers, yet were, poured through. She remembered this night. She remembered being accused of pushin

oprietary research. Her father, his health already fragile, died under the weight of the bankruptcy. Her mother, a ghost of her former self, was institution

family was no accident but the result of a sophisticated biological toxin. It had taught her something-a new sense. A

selfish ambition clung to him. On Kaya, it was a sickly swe

eft finger still sparkling. She touched her cheek, wet with champagne, not the te

rip tight and bruising. The physical contact sent a wave of nausea through her. She could feel the sl

d you see that? The Welch heir..." "She a

hreatening to suffocate her. In her first life, she had burst into tears.

amily's destruction had burned away all that pathetic, misplaced love. All that was left was a c

e. She was Evelyn Smith, and she had crawled out o

smirk touched his lips. He started to pull her to

ull met r

en, with a sharp, violent twist, she ripped her wrist from his grasp. The movement was so unexpec

wd fell

ss of ice water, and poured it over her own head. The shock of the cold was clean, shar

met Jace's stunned gaze. Her eyes were no longer the eyes of a woman wh

oid of any emotion he recognized. "It's time to so

angry or hurt. It was the look of a scientist examining a specimen on a slide. "And you," Evelyn added, her tone alm

he crowd. Kaya's face flushed a deep, ugly red.

er drenched designer gown, a small,

h the silence. "Of course. My lawyer will be in

had destroyed her, Evelyn Smith turned and walked away. She moved through the sea of shocked faces,