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?"

room just in time to see Elodie's resolute figure disappearing through the front door. His

She doesn't care about the Harcourts, or you. If you ask me, Mr. Silverstein is going to divorce her sooner or

years, Malcom could 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

being so useless? She couldn't

glanced at Reba. "You're not getting any younger, either. Elodie's a lost cause. If I get

instantly understood what

face stiffened. She unconsciously glanced over at Ivan, who

the sofa, feeding grapes to Queenie

bit her lip, a flash of resentment flickering in her

*

rented a

She signed a year-long lease; the place was only about a mile from the hospital where she

easy to get there if she needed

was pounding after leaving the Harcourt house,

on

take his call about signing the divorce papers at city

do now was make it through the thirty-day cooling-off

aside, she took a long shower, then

Meanwhile

The foyer was dark; not a single light left

burning for him, greeting him

it was only on certain days each month-out of obligation, really-that he showed

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