His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Perfumer

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ly onto the marble dining table, watching the glossy golden sauce pool slowly around the tender braised

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Airport. And from that moment on, she had been checking her phone every

ss her face. She swiped open her messages. Her outgoing texts formed a long, silent chain - ninety day

uddenly tore through

y to the glass and pressed her forehead against its cool surface. Fifth Avenue stretched out below, a river of hopelessly congested red taillights caught in t

to her ribs until a dull ache set in. The tall, straight figure of

u Margaux, purchased together in Saint-Émilion. Back then they had been inseparable; as they wandered through s

screw, her force spi

through the fabric at once, dark and sticky, clinging to her abdomen. Breanna grabbed a kitchen towel and d

d wooden edge digging sharply into her spine. The coq au vin sat untouched on the ta

zed her e

smine absolute, vetiver, rare ambergris - each ounce worth more than the monthly maintenance fee for this penthouse. She had been sha

lently, and her elbow slam

e lay face-down. She clutched it trembling

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ck - Paris three years ago, at the Salon du Parfum. She had smiled bright, open, unguarded, her arm linked through Hartwell's as t

slightly askew since his last departure. With obsessive, trembling precision, she aligned them p

ling. She turned up the thermostat to 78 degrees. Warm air gus

s signature base, like a secon

and silent, yet her heart hammered violently against her ribs, tight

or. No dull thud of his briefcase hit

he cut into the chicken. One bite, and cold, thick fat coated her tongu

. She gripped the edge of the porcelain sink tightly, dry-heavi

own reflection. She turned on the faucet and splashed cold water hard against her face until

rply through th

athroom door. The sound repeated - low, clear, reserved only for

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