The Husband I Once Loved
Natasha.
My stomach tightened. I set down my pencil and moved quietly toward the main living area. They stood near the entrance, Natasha in a tailored black coat that accentuated her elegant frame, her dark hair swept into a flawless chignon. She looked every bit the formidable EVP—poised, intelligent, and carrying the quiet confidence of someone who had never dimmed herself for a man.
“I wouldn’t come here if it wasn’t urgent, Khalid,” she was saying, her voice clipped but urgent. “Richard’s dealings… I have documents. Offshore accounts, regulatory shortcuts on the European merger. It could sink Voss Holdings if it goes public.”
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