ng up in her hospital bed with Sloane beside her, had decid

low growl of possessive anger. There was no concern, only

f any emotion. "I'm not having a

lieving sound. "Recovering

is barb, cutting straight to the point.

seemed to suck the air out of the phone

h controlled rage. "You are not divorcing me." It w

d collapsed on. "I'll have my lawyer send the papers to your office. I'm even willing to wal

f millions, clearly shocked him into silence again. It was the one thing he hadn

ng the terms. "Friday. Seven p.m.

efuse. She took his silence as r

rtieth birthday, a fact she was certain

ne back to the penthouse. The place felt alien, a museum of a life that was no longer hers. Aided by a sleek, modern cane, Cleone made her way

city lights began to sparkle

silence in the apa

nin

e didn't call. He di

might at least face her to end it-was finally, completely extinguished. Standing her up, on her birthday, for a meeting to di

e calmly signed her name on every page that r

d been watching her with a mixt

hen block his number on my phone. Block his email. Block h

ression grimly satisfi

erger negotiation to start at six-thirty, a deliberate power move to make Cleone wait, to r

alerts on his phone. A flash of possessive anger wen

nd thought, She can w

e, she wouldn't. He had just