She Signed The Divorce Quietly — Then Arrived On A Billionaire’s Private Jet

circumstances, though to them she just looked plain. “I called a cab.”

Beatrice barked a laugh. “A cab. How fitting. Make sure you don’t take any silverware on the way out.”

Vivian paused. The air in the room grew heavy. She turned her gaze to Beatrice—a look so cold, so devoid of the submissiveness she’d performed for five years, that Beatrice actually continue reading …