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CELESTINE'S POV:I decide I am done being a victim somewhere around three in the morning, lying awake in Lysander's arms, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the headlines and the comments and the way the world was painting me as a monster. I think about Kier and his smug face and the way he probably watched those news panels with a smile on his lips, thinking he had won, thinking he had destroyed me.I think about the baby. About the choice I made. About the grief I carry every single day, a quiet ache that never really goes away, like a scar that still hurts when the weather changes. That choice was mine. It was hard and it was painful and it was the right decision for me, for that child, for the life I could not give them. And I am done apologizing for it. I am done hiding from it. I am done letting Kier Thornwell use it as a weapon against me.I do not sleep for the rest of the night. I just lie there, thinking, planning, feeling something new growing in my chest. Not anger, oh

LYSANDER'S POV:I watch her from the doorway of the study sometimes and not wanting to interrupt. She is on the phone, pacing back and forth, her hair falling out of its bun, her hands gesturing animatedly as she argues with someone on the other end of the line. She is wearing one of my old sweaters and her favorite jeans and her feet are bare and she looks nothing like the polished, elegant woman who walks the red carpets and attends the galas. But she is more beautiful to me now than she has ever been.Because she is fierce. She is smart. She is a force of nature.The business press calls her a prodigy. They marvel at her instincts, her timing, her ability to see around corners. They wonder where she has been hiding this talent for so long.I know where. She was hiding it in a penthouse in Manhattan, waiting for a husband who never came home, making herself small so that a small man could feel big.But she is not small anymore. She has never been small. She just let the world believ

CELESTINE'S POV:I laugh. I cannot help it. The sound bubbles up out of me, surprised and delighted and full of a joy I did not know I was capable of feeling."Ruthless?" I say, walking toward him. "I prefer the term strategically aggressive."He grins, that slow, wolfish grin that makes my stomach flip. "You stole a contract out from under your ex husband's nose. You made his biggest client jump ship. You are systematically dismantling everything he has built. That is not strategically aggressive. That is ruthless and I love it."I stop in front of him and put my hands on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat under my palms, steady and strong and quickening as I look up into his eyes."You are biased," I say."Of course I am biased. I am your husband. I am supposed to be biased. But I am also right. You are a force of nature, Celestine. And watching you destroy Kier Thornwell is the sexiest thing I have ever seen."I push him onto the bed.He falls back against the pillows, laughing, s

KIER'S POV:FEW DAYS LATER:My life is falling apart and I do not know how to stop it.The business is struggling which is the polite way of saying it is hemorrhaging money, losing clients, falling apart at the seams. I do not understand what is happening. I have always been good at this, always been able to close deals and charm investors and keep the ship moving forward even when the waters were rough. But now nothing is working. Every deal I try to make falls through at the last minute. Every client I try to keep gets poached by someone offering better terms, better service and better something. My stock price is in freefall. My board is muttering about a vote of no confidence. My lawyers are calling me with bad news every single day.It takes me a while to figure out what is happening. Too long, probably. I am so busy trying to put out fires that I do not stop to ask who is lighting them. But then I see her name on a contract, on a deal, on the lips of a client who tells me that t

Kier's POV:I stand up slightly, pushing my chair back, and grip her head with both hands. “Open your throat for me, baby.”Then I fuck her face.I thrust into her warm, willing mouth with deep, steady strokes, using her like a toy. She gags loudly every time I push past her gag reflex, tears streaming down her cheeks and mixing with the spit dripping onto her tits. But she doesn’t pull away. She takes it, moaning, humming, looking up at me with that desperate, adoring expression that always makes me feel a little less like a failure for a few minutes.“Gosh, your mouth feels so fucking good,” I rasp, hips snapping faster, you see now, this is why cheated on Celestine. “Just like that. Take it all.”Saliva runs down her chin in messy strings. Her mascara is smudged. Her red hair is tangled in my fists. The sounds are pornographic, wet glucking, choking, my low grunts. I fuck her face harder, chasing the release I need so badly. Her throat squeezes around me rhythmically as she swallow