Rising From The Ashes: Her Sweet Revenge

on the edge of the cream-colored sofa, her back so straight it hurt, her fingers knotted together in her

winning roses stood withered and brown, their dead petals clinging

f her blouse. Deep inside, something flickered-not warmth, not yet, but a fragile pulse of life so ne

or handle shatter

of professional blankness. But her eyes wouldn't meet Chloe's. Sh

in an immaculate twist, face set in its permanent expression of regal disd

Julian's mistress, was practically glowing. Her smile was a weapon-sharp, smu

wept over her daughter-in-law with the cold detachment

Eleanor's arm. A small, poss

ac

A thick manila folder landed on the marble coffee tab

the bold black lett

E AGRE

wave of nausea rolled

ping out of her throat like gravel. "W

augh. She patted her own stomach-still

ed. "We have to think abo

ret pulse inside her went ice-cold. She stared

l agreement, you've failed to produce an heir within three years of marria

ms are clear. You leave with nothing. Sign it. Do

. Three years of being the perfect, docile wife. Three years of enduring the snubs, the lonel

ghtened like a rod of steel forged in sudden fire. Her gree

. She flipped through the pages, the rustle of paper th

le, steady finger

ud. But it sliced through the oppres

of a divorce resulting from infidelity on the part of the husband,

d. Uncertainty flickered across he

eyebrows drew together. Thi

blicly styling herself as Julian's mistress for months. Now she claims t

back onto the table. Th

ccount," Chloe stated, her voice ringing with

trembling. She opened her mouth to screech,

t to speak, the grand double doo

illed the doorway, bringing a

arlisle

ed sea, swept across the room. He took in his moth

d into a mask of tearful victimhood. She rushed

e, then dropped to the divorce agreement on the tabl

ce sucking the oxygen from the room. The air grew thic

of her. His shadow fell o

poke, was a shard of ice dri

his tone dripping with chilling