LOGIN"I said take them inside," he repeats. He doesn't let me touch them; instead, he snaps his fingers, signaling for one of the groundskeepers. "When I say 'take them inside,' I mean call someone to do it for you. You’ve barely recovered from a fever, and you’re out here hauling luggage in the sun? Use
"Oh my...oh my God..." I’m standing on the sidewalk outside Owen’s law firm, my chest heaving as I gasp for air that feels far too thin. My ears are ringing with the echo of Georgia’s cooing voice, and all I can see is the image of her draped over Owen’s lap like she belonged there. Was he playi
I can't help it, I actually chuckle. The sheer audacity of this woman is breathtaking. "Let me get this straight," I say, leaning back. "You’re sleeping with her husband. You’ve been outed as the 'other woman.' And yet, you’re unhappy that she wants to leave? I would have thought you’d be thrilled
I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking under my weight as I stare at the massive screen mounted on my office wall. The morning news cycle is in a state of absolute, glorious meltdown. The headline scrolling across the bottom of the screen reads: SYDNEY NEWTON FILES FOR DIVORCE AFTER HUSBAND,
"Maggie!" I roar as I cross the threshold. My head housekeeper appears instantly, her eyes widening at the sight of the unconscious Sydney in my arms. "Get a thermometer and a bowl of warm water. And have the kitchen prepare a clear bone broth. Immediately." I carry her into her room and lay her do
"And there...we...go..." With just one click, the divorce proceedings of Sydney and Deckard is launched, meaning there's no take backs now, and it's only a matter of seconds before the world becomes aware. My phone chimes, and I smirk, thinking the notifications are already pouring in, only to be







