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She was also blissfully unaware of the mountain of fabricated accusations Gary intended to slander my wife with at this meeting today.

But I knew about them. And that douchebag wasn’t getting the chance to hurl any of his filth at her ever again.

Tonight I was going to reveal what I’d been doing these past few days, putting in all kinds of hours to see it done right.

Tonight, I was going to shut down all the legal bullshit Gary had put into motion, and I was going to force him to back down.

Tomorrow, well, tomorrow was for something else.

Gary didn’t have many more tomorrows to worry about.

All I had to do was think about Ellie when I’d first laid eyes on her.

Her pretty face all bruised and bandaged.

Nose out of joint.

Her arm in a cast.

Oh, he was going to fucking pay for that.

I rounded the car and opened her door, holding my hand out to Ellie like I had on our wedding day.

Her golden green gaze met mine, and I held my breath. Watching her like the predator I was until I saw her decide. I exhaled the second she placed her hand in mine.

Then I helped her out of the car, wrapping one arm around her lower back.

I kissed her once. A hard, quick peck on her mouth just because I could.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, and I nodded.

Ellie said she trusted me, and I had to believe her. I had no choice. I just hoped to God she fucking meant it, because my wife wasn’t going to like what I was about to do.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE ELLIE

Isupposed the office was just like every other law firm in New York.

Professional. Impersonal. Tidy, but still opulent. Boring, yet intimidating.

I rubbed my sweaty hands on my slacks and hugged my pashmina closer to me as I entered the elevator with Andres and the bodyguard we brought with us.

Eduardo, I believed, was his name. The same guy who came with me to the restaurant when I met the girls out for dinner. He ignored me, and I was happy to return the favor. I was too nervous to make small talk.

Andres placed his hand against the small of my back, and I leaned into him, grateful for his strength and support.

I knew my husband was a man with a wealth of resources at his fingertips, but I didn’t know how much he knew about Gary.

My ex was a slimy sonofabitch, but he was smart when he was determined.

“Mr. and Mrs. Ramirez? They are waiting for you inside,” an older woman with short, gray hair greeted us when we exited the elevator.

She pointed to a conference room on the other side of the hall, and I faltered a step. My feet felt glued to the floor.

“It’s okay,” Andres murmured, and I relaxed instantly.

Of course, Gary and his new wife were already inside. The new Mrs. Peters—her first name I didn’t know, or if I did know it at one point, I couldn’t remember it, and really, I didn’t care to—sat with her back ramrod straight.

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