The Billionaire's Greatest Loss: Ex Wife Please Come Back

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lled me the luckiest woman in New York City, and certainly not when his grandmother

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nthouse suite, still in my wedding dre

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cold, perfect stones of the choker Damien had given me, another apology wrapped in luxury. It was a gift from him last we

tured light across the marble floors. The walls were lined with gilded mirrors, reflecting the elite of New York society as they moved in a carefully c

le's yearly salaries, silks from Paris, lace from Venice, beads hand

ys, their tailored tuxedos sharp enough to draw

m was aware of the scandalous secret that I was the wife nobody acknowledged,

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the woman whose Instagram Damien had been liking a

he dress shimmered with thousands of hand-sewn crystals, catching the light with every step, as if she carried her own spotlight. Her platinum hair cascaded down

flashed, their bursts of light catching the disda

deliberate.

ess. She wore an emerald-green gown that matched the venom in her eyes, her dark hair coiled into an intricate updo that lo

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suffocating, like jasmine and poison, filling the space between us. She f

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's lips

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d through the crowd as they watched, their eyes hungry for my humiliation. The stain spread like blood, seeping in

aid, not sounding sorry a

darkened the silk, and for a moment, I saw my marriage r

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he pants cutting a ruthless line down his long legs. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he'd just run his hands through it in frustra

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straight to Na

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hat he'd come running t

apture my reaction, her manicured fingers poise

h the spectacle, their eyes sai

e still wished he'd choose me. That he'd

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face with those hands that had once traced promises

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sound they expected. No. T

me like a second skin, the weight of th

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