My Billionaire Ex-husband's Late Regret
Authoress Funkyafter bankruptcy the billionaire asked me to marry himsecretly married to my billionaire bossmy billionaire ex begs for a second chancesecond chance with my billionaire
That silver ultrasound charm nestled against the skin of a woman who looked like my wife but spoke like an executioner.
"Sir, you can't go in there!" my assistant, Marcus, stammered, tripping over his own feet to keep up with me.
"Get out," I snarled, my voice cracking. "Get everyone out! Clear the floor!"
I slammed the mahogany doors of my private office. This was my sanctuary. This was where I had built a billion-dollar legend. I threw my $1,200 blazer onto the floor, the floor where Shay used to sit for hours, cross-legged, sorting through the legal filings I was too bored to read.