The Ghost Wife's Silent Escape

From the back cover

For three years, I was the ghost wife to tech billionaire Julian Petersen. I ran his empire from the shadows, securing the patents that were his foundation, while he publicly doted on his manipulative ex, Blair.

On my 30th birthday, he forgot me entirely, choosing instead to solve another one of Blair's manufactured crises.

That was the final straw. I tricked him into signing our divorce papers, hidden within a stack of routine acquisitions he never bothered to read. He signed away our future without a second glance, his mind already on her, leaving me to eat my birthday cake alone.

When he finally saw Blair's true, venomous nature, his obsession didn't end-it just shifted to me. He hunted me down across the globe, offering billions not as an apology, but as a new set of golden chains. He thought he could buy me back after everything he'd done.

He cornered me in my new life, his presence a suffocating shadow. His voice was a low command, "Get in the car, Arlene. We're going to talk."

"And you will listen."