Chapter 240 The Good Wife's Secret Ch1
- The house gleams.
- Polished floors, soft jazz humming under the murmur of expensive laughter. She moves through it like a ghost made of pearls and silk — hair pinned neat, lashes low when she smiles at old men who kiss her cheek and pretend they don’t notice the tiny shake in her wrist when she tops off their glasses.
- He notices.