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.

realized a moment later when Joshua's voice rang out again, clear and

some twist of fate, she once became my salvation—so I've done

off a doctor, faked medical records?

in

helped her rig the votes and fudge the numbers, just to make sure she didn't lose too badly—no need to let her fall flat

close to Ms. Cameron,

blood run cold. She was so shocked she nearly forgot

dodging her texts, always claiming to be swamped at

stopped by

as she arrived she saw Foreman and Haynes heading out, saying they were on their way to

Stella and Joshua.

pleaded with Haynes to take her along, but he refused, brushing her off again and

Foreman,

peacemaker, who finally convinced

way, and she could use

curious, too. She wanted to know if Joshua really was behind what happened

everything else too? To drag their private history

truck with faulty brakes, ready

like she was losing her

Haynes' gaze, a faint smile returning to his lips. "So, Mr. O'Brien, what do you plan to do about

"Utter

it—not a word. Rachel finally exhaled,