From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride
I whispered, my stomach dropping into a bottomless pit.
She smiled, slowly, like she was savoring my shock. That same smug, seductive smile I hadn’t seen in years. Maya Kingston. Daughter of Charles Kingston—the real estate tycoon. My ex-girlfriend. The woman who’d shattered my trust, burned every bridge we’d built, and walked away like it hadn’t mattered.
“You look good, Grey,” she said, standing and brushing imaginary lint off her red blouse. “Still hot when you're angry.”
I felt the rage coil in my chest like a loaded spring. “What the hell are you doing in my office?”
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