Divorced, Dying And Done With Him

For nine years, Juliet Penrose made a billionaire’s cold glass house into a home.

Then Damian Locke’s first love came back to London, and Juliet became a guest in her own life.

When doctors told her that her heart was failing, she called her husband from a hospital bed.

He was at Disneyland Paris with Serena and their daughter. “I’m busy, Jules. I’ll call you later.”

He never did.

So Juliet sent one line: “Damian, I want a divorce.”

He agreed within the hour and never asked why.

She went home to Yorkshire to fight for her life, and she wrote to her daughter every single week.

Not one letter was ever answered.

Then one winter night her brother told Damian, “She’s gone.”

Damian heard that she was dead, and he never checked.

Four years later, at a London charity gala, he looked across the ballroom and saw his dead wife laughing.

Alive. Healthy. Happy without him.

Now he wants answers, and a second chance.

But Juliet didn’t come back for him. She came back for her daughter, and for the truth about 215 letters someone in his house made sure never arrived.