My Billionaire Ex-husband's Late Regret
Alessia said, her voice already receding as she turned to Lucien, discussing a dinner reservation as if I were no longer in the room.
As they dragged me toward the door, I looked back one last time. Lucien was leaning down, whispering something in her ear, and she, the woman who had never laughed in my presence for three years let out a soft, genuine smile.
I was the one who had made her a billionaire’s wife. But he was the one who had made her a Queen.
I was escorted into the bright, unforgiving light of the Chicago afternoon, standing on the sidewalk as a cold rain began to fall. My empire was gone. My child was gone.