The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Rachel studied Joshua from across the room, trying to read the emotions playing across his face.

Everyone else treated his words as a joke, but Rachel knew better. Joshua never admitted to anything unless it was irrefutably true.

This time was no exception. He'd done exactly what he claimed.

And honestly, she wasn't even surprised.

After everything he'd been through—after suffering so much-anyone would have lashed out. The real surprise would be if he hadn't.

Haynes fixed Joshua with a cold, unblinking stare. “So, you're admitting it?”

Joshua gave a calm, almost nonchalant nod, projecting the air of a man with nothing to hide.

"There's nothing here I'm afraid to admit."

A faint, mocking smile played at the corners of Haynes' mouth. "Since you're so honest, why don't you tell us what else you've been up to behind our backs?"

Joshua looked thoughtful, as if genuinely considering it. “Let me see..... give me a second."

Then his gaze flicked to Rachel, and he offered her a sly, knowing smile.

Rachel's heart skipped a beat—a cold sense of dread creeping in.

her fears were realized a moment later when Joshua's voice rang

some time. By some twist of fate, she once became my salvation—so I've done a lot for her

faked medical records? That was me,

through. I had to step in and clean up the mess —otherwise, you'd have found her out in

also helped her rig the votes and fudge the numbers, just to make sure she

right—I deliberately got close to Ms. Cameron, just to help Ms. Pearce steal some

her blood run cold. She was so shocked she nearly

been dodging her texts, always claiming

stopped by

hoping to catch him. As soon as she arrived she saw Foreman and Haynes heading out, saying they were on their way to the hospital

Stella and Joshua.

take her along, but he refused, brushing

Foreman, ever

peacemaker, who finally convinced

way, and she could

wanted to know if Joshua really was behind what happened

Joshua to admit to that. But to spill everything else too? To drag their private history out into

was reckless—like a truck with faulty brakes, ready to go off at

like she

met Haynes' gaze, a faint smile returning to his lips. "So, Mr.

icy. "Utter nonsense. Not

it—not a word. Rachel