to the coffee table and looked a

a sent those messages

ply, carrying a lecturing tone. "Chris

ian took a breath and softened his

but I promise you they're good people. Once you

accepting it. Allie didn't say a word. She opened the first-aid kit, picked up

tie, and walked downstairs. As he walked down the hall, he remembered something a business partner had once told him-when a woman gets jealous, she'll make up the wildest lies just to get her

the estate. Right at the main gates of the bayfront property, Claire's signature bright red Porsche 911-delivered curbside to the private ai

e! Ge

laire spotted the white gauze wrapped around her p

hand? Did that bitch

counted Cody's shove and how Julian had

nd bastard! I'm calling the best divorce litigation

faint smile, pulling out a s

uch faster way to get divorced-one that bypasses J

e Julian wiped the local storage. Reaching into the rear console, Claire pressed a button on the Porsche's integrated mobile printer.

tral estate. As the butler led Allie down a long hallway lined with classical oil paintings, the housemaids whispered and cast disdainful gl

uture suit, her silver hair pinned in a flawless bun. It was Julian's mother, Cather

omery is here," the butl

Mother" as she usually

Montgo

nymore. Her only real mother had died in a car crash ten years

d her son moved int

lie repli

bone china teacup onto the cr

't even keep hold of yo

the fault of an incompetent wife. In the past, Allie would have swallowed the insult

thirty years you were married to the late Master Montgomery

kept mistresses all over town and nearly let an illegitimate son take Julian's inheritance-an open secret

talk back to me? Do you believe I

urious glare wi

before you do, I'm di