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The Wife Who Won Cheater
Chapter 12: Violetta I stare at the text on my phone until the screen dims. The jewelry. Mark is still using the old playbook, assuming I will crawl back for a handful of gold that was touched by the woman who helped him destroy my marriage. The audacity of it, offering me the heirlooms of the woman he’s currently sleeping with is a special kind of cruelty.I don't call him. I don't even type a long explanation. I send a single line: Keep the jewelry. Give it back to her. I’m sure she’ll need it to pay her next legal fee.I set the phone face-down on the glass desk and pick up my pen. The door to my office swings open without a knock. Seraphina stands there, a thick blue binder tucked under her arm. She looks at the empty space on my desk where the lilies were, then back at me."The payroll audit for the third quarter just came in," she says, dropping the binder onto my desk with a heavy thud that makes the glass vibrate. "Mr. Sterling wants a summary of the discrepancies by 5:00 PM
The Wife Who Won Lilies
Chapter 11: Violetta The pre-dawn light filters through the loft’s floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, sharp shadows across the brickwork. Down on the highway, the first wave of commuter traffic moves in a relentless, silver stream. After a cold shower, I stand by the wardrobe box I unpacked at midnight, reaching for a charcoal-grey suit. The wool feels crisp and cold against my skin. I button the silk blouse to the chin, adjust the sharp lapels of the jacket, and step into my heels.In the bathroom mirror, I sweep a bold, blood-red lipstick across my mouth. I don't linger on my reflection. I grab my leather briefcase, check the gold watch on my wrist, and head for the door.As I step into the hallway, Caleb’s door is closed, but the scent of fresh coffee lingers in the air. I think of knocking and wish him a good morning but I head straight for the elevator.The headquarters of Thorne & Associates is a monolith of steel and glass in the heart of the financial district. I walk th
The Wife Who Won Shopping
Chapter 10: Violetta The morning light in the loft is unforgiving, highlighting every layer of dust on the brick walls and the absolute emptiness of the space. I wake up on the floor, my neck stiff from using my coat as a makeshift pillow, but the sound of the highway outside acts better than an alarm clock. It is Saturday morning. I have forty-eight hours to turn this shell of an apartment into a home before I walk into the most important job of my career.I head out early. The department store downtown is a cathedral of glass and curated displays, designed to make people feel like their lives are incomplete without the right shade of porcelain. I walk through the home section, my heels clicking sharply against the white marble floor. I stop in front of a display of deep emerald velvet cushions and gold-rimmed dinnerware. I touch the fabric, feeling the weight of it. It’s vibrant. It’s loud. It’s everything Mark called distracting."Can I help you, Ma'am?" a sales associate asks,
The Wife Who Won Neighbour
Chapter 9: Violetta The airport terminal is a frantic blur of travelers, but Liv is a stationary force of nature at the center of the chaos. She has already claimed a table at a high-end bistro near my gate, surrounded by three shopping bags and two oversized coffees."Sit," she commands, clicking her cup against mine. "We are celebrating the start of the divorce proceedings and the fact that you didn't let that man manipulate you into staying.""I feel like I’m in a dream," I admit, sitting down and taking a sip. "Everything happened so fast.""That’s because you finally stopped moving at Mark’s pace," Liv says. She pulls a small, wrapped box from her pocket, the one I’d seen her holding earlier, and slides it across the table. "Open it now. I want to see your face."I tear away the paper to find a small, high-quality brass compass in a leather case. Attached to it is a note in her messy handwriting: So you never lose your way back to yourself."Liv, it's beautiful," I whisper, trac
The Wife Who Won Free
Chapter 8: Violetta The law firm of Miller & Associates is located on the forty-second floor of a building made entirely of glass and steel. I sit in the waiting area, my hands folded neatly in my lap, watching the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I am dressed in a sharp, charcoal-grey suit I haven't worn in months. The one that always makes me feel capable.The heavy oak doors to the inner offices swing open, and the silence is shattered by the sound of rapid, heavy footsteps. I don’t need to turn around to know who it is. I can recognize the rhythm of Mark’s stride from a mile away.“Violetta.”His voice is sharp, vibrating with a kind of restless energy that I realize, with a start, is panic. Once close, he looks down at me like I am a fire he needs to put out.“Mark,” I say, my voice sounding much calmer than I feel. “You’re late. The mediator is waiting.”He scoffs, pacing the small area in front of my chair. He is still wearing his work suit, but his tie is slightly c
The Wife Who Won Packing
Chapter 7: ViolettaThe doorbell rings at exactly seven o’clock. I don’t have to check the peephole to know it’s Liv. She has a specific, rhythmic way of knocking that sounds more like a demand than a request. When I open the door, she is standing there with a heavy paper bag in one arm and a bottle of silver tequila tucked under the other. She doesn’t say hello. Instead, she steps past me, stops in the middle of the foyer, and whistles low.“You painted,” she says, her eyes traveling over the warm ivory walls. “I thought I’d have to stage an intervention about your husband’s obsession with prison-cell grey, but you beat me to it.”“I couldn’t breathe in here anymore,” I admit, closing the door behind her.Liv sets the bag on the kitchen island, which is currently the only surface not covered in bubble wrap or packing tape. The scent of spicy tacos and lime fills the air, momentarily masking the sharp, lingering smell of fresh paint. She twists the cap off the tequila and reaches for
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