LOGIN"Let go of me, can't you see I'm married?" Ashley Carter sacrificed everything for her marriage, believing in love that never truly existed. While she mourned the loss of their unborn child, her husband, Alex Donovan, was too busy warming the beds of other women to care. Grief stricken and trapped in a life of betrayal, Ashley thought she had no way out... until Author Claude entered her world. The mysterious, powerful, and utterly relentless Mr. Claude sees Ashley’s pain and refuses to let it consume her. He awakens the fire she thought had died, offering her not just escape, but a second chance at life, love, and revenge. As Claude shatters the chains holding her back, Ashley must decide... will she cling to the ruins of her past or risk everything for a future where she's truly cherished?
View MoreThere was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Claude chuckled a deep, knowing sound. "I was wondering how long it would take," he said smoothly. "Where are you?" Ashley glanced around her office, the walls suddenly feeling too tight, too suffocating. "Not here," she said. "Somewhere private." "Agreed." His tone was casual, but she could hear the interest behind it. "I know just the place. Meet me at—" He gave her an address, one that wasn’t familiar. A private location. A place where no one would suspect Mrs. Donovan of having a meeting with another man. Ashley hesitated, her heart thudding. "Are you getting cold feet?" Claude teased. "No," she said quickly. Never. "Good," he said. "Then don’t keep me waiting." The line went dead. Ashley inhaled sharply, staring at her phone. Was she really doing this? Yes. She grabbed her bag and walked out of the office with steady steps, telling her assistant she was stepping out for a personal matter. As she reached the l
The next morning, Ashley stepped out of the office building for a breath of fresh air. The weight of playing the perfect wife was suffocating, but she bore it with a grace that masked her true intentions. She adjusted the sleeves of her silk blouse, inhaling the crisp morning air as she descended the steps. And then she bumped into a solid chest. "Steady there," a deep voice murmured, hands instinctively reaching out to steady her. Ashley blinked up, her breath hitching. Claude. Dressed in a tailored navy suit, he looked effortlessly powerful. His sharp eyes flickered with recognition before a slow smirk curved his lips. "Mrs. Donovan," he greeted, his tone laced with amusement. "We meet again." Ashley straightened, smoothing her blouse. "Mr. Claude," she replied evenly. His gaze lingered on her, as if searching for something beneath her calm exterior. "What a coincidence," he mused. "Or maybe not." Ashley’s fingers clenched at her sides. Was he toying with her? Or did
The car ride home was thick with tension. Alex gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles white, while Ashley sat beside him, her face calm, expression unreadable. As soon as they stepped into the house, Alex slammed the door shut and turned to her, his gaze sharp and accusing. "What the hell was that, Ashley?" His voice was controlled, but she could hear the rage beneath it. She blinked up at him, feigning innocence. "What was what?" His jaw ticked. "Don’t play games with me. What are you trying to pull with that investor?" Ashley tilted her head slightly. "I was just being polite. Isn’t that what you wanted? For me to act as your perfect wife?" Alex scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "I don’t like the way he looked at you." "Looked at me?" She let out a small, humorless laugh. "I thought I was made for nothing, remember?" His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t take the bait. Instead, he stepped closer, his voice dropping lower. "I know what you’re doing, Ashley. What
Ashley sat gracefully, placing her hands on the table as the meeting began. If Alex thought he could rattle her by bringing Claude into this, he was mistaken. She wasn’t the same woman who had walked blindly into his games. Claude’s sharp gaze flickered toward her every so often as Alex presented their pitch. He listened, nodding at the right moments, but Ashley could tell his attention wasn’t entirely on the numbers. He was watching her, waiting to see how she would react. She gave him nothing. When Alex finished his presentation, Claude leaned back in his chair, resting his fingers against his chin. "It’s a compelling offer," he admitted. "But before I commit, I’d like to hear from Mrs. Donovan." Alex tensed beside her, and Ashley nearly smiled. Claude had just thrown her a rope, one Alex wasn’t expecting. She turned to Claude, meeting his gaze with quiet confidence. "What specifically would you like to know?" "Your perspective," Claude said smoothly. "I’ve seen companies thr






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