Untouchable ex-wife of the ruthless billionaire CEO
That he would view her as anything more than a transaction.
He had left her with silence instead.
She stretched for the champagne bottle, twisted the cellophane, but her fingers slipped. She laughed, bitter and silent, then stopped. She had never especially enjoyed champagne.
She glanced at a flutter of light. Diminished but alive, the television screen showed breaking news from The Avalon, the most elite club in the city.
Her breath became stopped.
The broadcast focused on a familiar person slumped back in a leather booth, a whisky glass in hand, radiating simple arrogance. Blackwood Damon.