He Smirked While Signing the Divorce Papers—Not Knowing His Wife Was the Heiress

of nothing at all.

“Excuse me, Miss Blackwood?”

“The apron I left on the floor inside. Burn it. And purchase the building—put the deed in Jenny’s name. Tell her it’s severance pay for tolerating three years of my deception.”

“Of course, miss.”

The heavy door closed with a sound like a bank vault sealing, cutting off the noise of the outside world. I leaned continue reading …