The Billionaire's Ex-wife Is His Boss
They sank into my chest like cold stones, settling into the hollow space where my heart used to beat when I still called him my husband.
He was putting his life back together, brick by brick, convincing himself that he had excised a cancer from his legacy. He was playing the stoic, tragic billionaire who had survived a treacherous wife, completely unaware that his former life was tucked away in my coat pocket—folded inside a silver frame and a sonogram scan.
"Good," I whispered softly. "Let him rebuild. Let him have his quiet."
"The secure line is live, Mel," Nathan added, turning toward the heavy oak desk in the corner where a dark, modified laptop sat glowing dimly. "If you need to sign th