/1/110175/coverbig.jpg?v=822050a53b335dd32bac47d8b9fbd0af)
ia's
booked, and our guy is ready with the camera. As soon as she's knocked out, we'll get everythi
ll work, Victoria? We can't afford
ever failed you? Th
ation with Natalie, my sister-in-law. Victoria is my dad's adopted daughter, she is slightly older th
istakable. Has she always despised me
door open just enough to peek inside. What I saw shattered my world in an instant. There, standin
be. Not Marcus.
en awfully quiet. Don't tell me you've actually fallen for her? Sophia is
end me, tell them they were crazy, that he loved
what methods you use. I just need those company shares." He ran a hand through his da
le a sob as I stumbled away from the door, nearly knocking over a vase in my h
**
d partnership, all built on lies. Marcus never loved me. He was
aking down my cheeks. My whole marriage was just a business tr
ered to my reflection. With shaking hands, I pulled out
ed you to draft divorce p
ime friend replied. "That's not someth
doing," I said firmly.
f course I ca
ow with details," I s
onight's gala was celebrating Marcus's latest business acquisition, a deal
of investors with that million-dollar smile that had once mad
round my waist and kissing my forehead. "I
away from his touch. "Sorr
ked like genuine concern. "Are you
e," I lied smoothly. "
didn't look convinced,
crowd of elegantly dressed guests. I could feel h
ampagne. Her designer dress shimmered under the chandelier lights as she thrus
s watching me, that artificial smile plastered on her f
d directly back to Marcus, who
ng up the champagne. "Natalie i
or hesitation. He simply smiled and raised his own glass. "To
e. I pretended to bring the glass to my lips, then deliberately loosened my grip, letting i
aimed loudly, drawing attention t
side, taking my hands in his and examinin
for injuries. Anyone watching would think I had the most
ands away. "Please, go back to y
u're always so supportive," he said, kissing
l over again at how easily he could switch be
digging into my skin. "What do y
r it and stumbled backward toward the terrace doors. The decorative
though whether from genuine sh
all somewhat, but pain shot through my ankle, and I coul
garden steps. Marcus pushed through the crowd,
ched to lift me up, when Natalie'
hia...she's been
in mid-air. "Wha
t's serious," Natali
s met for one brief moment before he turned and sprinte
ched him disappear, I knew o

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