Todos los capítulos de Reclaiming Mrs. Wolfe: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

The silk of my dress felt like a shroud.I sat at the corner table of L’Oiseau Bleu, the most exclusive restaurant in Manhattan, watching the condensation drip down my untouched glass of sparkling water. I had been sitting here for exactly sixty-four minutes.I wasn’t surprised. That was the saddest part."Another bottle of the '96, Mrs. Wolfe?" the waiter asked, his eyes darting toward the empty chair across from me. His pity was sharper than a knife."No, thank you, Marcus," I said, my voice steady despite the hollow ache in my chest. "He’ll be here."I was a liar. Ethan Wolfe didn’t do anniversaries. He did acquisitions. He did hostile takeovers. He did everything except look at the woman he had married five years ago to keep his inheritance. To him, I was a piece of furniture—reliable, quiet, and entirely replaceable.The door chimes signaled a new arrival. I sat up straighter, smoothing the hair I’d spent two hours styling into a sophisticated bun.Ethan walked in.He didn't look

The heavy mahogany doors of Silas Vance’s law office didn't just open; they practically splintered under the force of Ethan’s rage."You have exactly ten seconds to tell me why I am still legally shackled to a woman I divorced twenty-four months ago," Ethan roared. He didn't sit. He slammed his palms onto the antique desk, sending a stack of depositions flying.Silas, a man who had served the Wolfe family for forty years and feared nothing but God and Ethan’s grandmother, didn't even flinch. He slowly removed his spectacles and polished them with a silk cloth."Correct terminology is important, Ethan," Silas said calmly. "You didn't divorce her. You signed a pile of papers in a crowded restaurant while looking at another woman’s cleavage. That is not a legal proceeding. That is a mistake.""I signed the decree!" Ethan hissed, his face inches from Silas’s. "I saw her sign it!""You signed a separation intent and a contribution acknowledgment," Silas countered, sliding a leather-bound f

The Metropolitan Museum of Art was a fortress of glass and gold, crawling with the world’s most powerful vultures. Every camera lens was a sniper rifle, and I was the target."Smile, Grace," Julian whispered, his hand firm on the small of my back. "Show them we’re the new era."I forced my lips into a curve, but my stomach was a lead weight. I could feel the microscopic life inside me—a biological ticking time bomb that threatened to blow my revenge to pieces. If Ethan found out I was pregnant, the "Ninety-Day" rule wouldn't just be about the company. Under the archaic "Wolfe Lineage" bylaws, he could petition for full conservatorship over my health and finances until the child was born.I caught my reflection in a passing champagne tray. I looked like a queen. I felt like a fugitive."There he is," Julian muttered, his posture stiffening.Ethan stood at the top of the grand staircase, flanked by board members. He wasn't looking at the art. He was looking at me. His eyes raked over my