Her Guilt Was My Inheritance
Language: en
When I walked in on the betrayal of the most powerful woman in the city, we were both unsettlingly calm. Confronted by my gaze, Margot Silvester didn't even flinch. She remained nestled in the man’s arms, her expression as cool as a corporate buyout. She asked me what I wanted—money, shares in the Silvester Group, or perhaps a high-ranking executive position. I simply shook my head. I told her I only wanted a divorce. At those words, the two people in the bed exchanged a look before erupting into sharp, jagged laughter. Margot flicked the ash from her cigarette with a lazy grace. She…