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He thought he had everything under control, and for his ex-girlfriend, he cruelly rendered her infertile and heartlessly abandoned her. Little did he know that this seemingly weak woman had turned around and filed for divorce, frozen all his assets, and was determined to make him pay a heavy price. ===== Chapter 1 The reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror showed a woman who looked like she had been poured into a sequined gown. Clementine Woodard sat perfectly still on the velvet tufted bench, her spine a straight line, her chin lifted just enough to allow the makeup artist to dust highlighter across her collarbones. A silk robe was draped loosely over her shoulders, protection against the closet's chill. The heavy silence of the walk-in closet was suffocating. It smelled like leather, cedar, and the cold, metallic scent of diamonds waiting to be worn. A sharp click echoed from the hallway. The sound of Italian leather on marble. Clementine didn't turn her head. She watched the mirror instead. She watched the tall, broad-shouldered silhouette of Donovan Bray fill the doorway. The second his reflection hit the glass, the corners of her mouth lifted. It was a muscle memory, a Pavlovian response. The smile was soft, adoring, and completely fake. It was the smile of a woman who didn't want to be struck down. Donovan didn't look at her face. He walked past the island of jewelry in the center of the room and headed straight for his section of the closet. Behind him, his assistant, Leo Sutton, moved like a shadow, holding a Patek Philippe watch in his gloved hands. Donovan stripped off his tie, his movements sharp and efficient. He glanced at the mirror. His eyes swept over Clementine's reflection. It was a brief, assessing glance, the kind a buyer gives to a painting they've already purchased to make sure it matches the furniture. There was no warmth in his dark eyes. No flicker of desire. Just a cold calculation of value. "The necklace," Donovan said. His voice
