The Heiress's Revenge

Synopsis

Nina Lynn placed the last dish, Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs, on the dining table just as the floor clock in the living room struck seven. It had been three years. She knew Barton Gray's palate by heart—the sweet-and-sour ribs had to have slightly charred edges; the steamed sea bass had to be killed and cooked fresh; even the rice had to be cooked with one-tenth less water than usual, because he liked each grain separate and firm. The food was steaming hot. Two place settings were arranged on the table. The click of the lock echoed from the entryway. Nina instinctively straightened her apron, put on her warmest smile, and turned around. "You're back? Go wash your hands and—" The words died in her throat. Barton stood at the entrance. But he wasn't alone. Behind him stood a woman in a white dress, with delicate makeup and a slightly lowered head, revealing a slender, pale neck. She looked utterly vulnerable. Yulia Lewis. Nina knew exactly who she was. She was the woman on Barton's lock screen three years ago. The name he murmured in his drunken stupors. The reason he had vanished for an entire hour on their wedding day—Nina had only found out later that he had gone to the airport to see Yulia off as she left the country.