Elodie met Ivan's gaze. He watched her with a hint of a smile, as if he were an outsider simply waiting to see her squirm.
She tightened her grip around her fingers, feeling the last shred of hope slip away.
Elodie didn't look away. She met his eyes, giving him exactly what he wanted. "Hello, Queenie," she said, her voice steady.
Queenie's smile widened as she wrapped her arms around Ivan's waist, leaning into him with a show of affection.
Ivan paused, glanced at Elodie for a fleeting moment, then lowered his head and led Queenie into the sitting room.
"What's with the act?" Reba strode over, her voice sharp with scorn. "My brother isn't interested in a married woman."
"And as for that Ms. Fielding-the one Mr. Silverstein invited for his birthday yesterday—she's a hotshot PhD in aerospace engineering. Someone the entire business world is fighting over. How could a housewife whose only talents are cooking and warming a bed ever compete?"
"Or maybe you're just afraid you'll be kicked out, so now you want to cozy up to the Harcourts?"
This miserable marriage-everyone was just waiting to watch her fall.
Elodie's chest twisted with pain. She set the gift she'd brought down on the table. "Don't worry. However my life turns out, it's got nothing to do with the Harcourt family. After all, my name is Thorne."
Without another word, she left, not bothering to look back.
Staying any longer would only make things worse for everyone.
"She's gone?"
just in time to see Elodie's resolute figure disappearing through the front door. His expression
out of her daze and grumbled, "Dad, did you see that attitude? She doesn't care about the
see it clearly: Elodie had never won Jarrod's heart. The only benefit he'd ever gotten from the marriage was at the very start, when he'd leveraged the Silverstein name for
it all Elodie's fault for being so useless? She couldn't even win
lost cause. If I get a chance, I'll help you get some
instantly understood what
unconsciously glanced over at Ivan, who was still
the sofa, feeding grapes to Queenie with
flash of resentment flickering in her
*
rented a
year-long lease; the place was only about a mile from the hospital where she often
be easy to get there
pounding after leaving the Harcourt house,
on
his number, just in case she needed to take his call about signing the divorce papers at
to do now was make it through
a long shower, then
Meanwhile
villa. The foyer was dark; not
home before, Elodie always left a lamp burning for him, greeting him at the dently
came home. In fact, it was only on certain days each month-out of obligation, really-that he showed up
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