The Billionaire's Secret Heir: Sign the Divorce

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uld turn left, toward the elevators, and go to her car. But the nurse

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he were the only thing keeping her upright. She was wearin

shoulders with a gentleness Claudia hadn't seen in three years. He murm

and watery. She said something, and

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, her husband was holding his first love in his arms, and she was standing in

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k afternoon. She scrambled into her Audi, her hands shaking

streets of Manhattan on autopilot. She focused on b

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Sanford mansion on the Upper East Side, the sky

foyer. The house was s

the stairs. He was an older man who usually greeted her with a warm nod, b

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the back, sealed in red wax, was the

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choed on the marble floor. She

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ang of hospital disinfectant mixed with the sweet

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and the nausea colliding with the olfactory proof of

er into her bag and slapped the di

en at her. His face was unreadable, his eyes

ossed it onto the agreement. It clattered agai

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