Naomi Bennett stood in the middle of her kitchen, marble countertops gleaming under pendant lights, and looked at the man she’d called her husband for eight years.
Donovan leaned against the island, arms crossed, that insufferable smirk playing on his lips. He wore a gray suit that probably cost more than most people’s monthly rent, his watch catching the light. Everything about him screamed money, power, control.
“So you’re really doing this?” he asked, tone dripping with amusement. “You’re really going to walk out?”
Naomi’s hands were steady as she placed her house keys on the counter. The metal clinked against marble—a sound of finality.
“Yes.”
He laughed. Actually laughed.
“Go ahead. Leave. I give you a week, maybe less. Where are you going to go? What are you going to do? You haven’t worked in years. You’ve been living off my money in my house, driving my cars.”
Naomi pulled her phone from her purse and checked the time. 11:47 p.m. In thirteen minutes, it would be a new day.
“You think you can make it out there alone?” Donovan continued, walking toward her. “You think anyone’s going to hire a woman who hasn’t practiced law in eight years?”
Naomi looked at him—really looked at him. She’d once thought he was handsome. Now she saw the cruelty in his eyes, the arrogance in his stance. She saw the man who’d been sleeping with Simone Clark from his accounting department for three years. The man who’d given her jewelry that Naomi had helped pay for through her own family inheritance.
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