A Fragile Wife: Billionaire Romance - Plot & Excerpts
“But you have no evidence that your husband is cheating on you.” There was that annoying word again. Evidence. Lana rolled over on her therapist’s couch, wondering who he bought it from. It’s comfortable. I want it. She wanted a lot of things. “Does evidence really matter when my gut tells me something is wrong?” “Perhaps something is, in fact, wrong or amiss.” Her therapist was an elderly gentleman who was rumored to have single-handedly solved the Clintons’ marriage. What he was doing in this God forsaken city of the rich and powerful, Lana had no idea. Sucking my money dry, that’s what. The man charged thousands an hour. Not even “rich” people could afford him. He better fix me. If he could do it without pills? Even better. Lana had watched pills destroy her mother’s personality until she was nothing but a vapid shell who nodded politely and then went back to her jigsaw puzzles while guzzling orange soda – at least she wasn’t drinking alcohol with the pills.
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