The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Revenge Comeback

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ks on the thick Persian carpet

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rhythm, her heart beating fast against he

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ly, peering through the narro

f a tufted leather sofa, a crystal

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hat night, Chelsea would be the one sit

wer lip so hard she tasted the

champagne sliding down her

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thing, anything, to defend her

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the hallw

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uck a tall brass decorat

hud echoed throu

nside the room

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the heavy mahogany wood an

fell into a suf

eats, brief flashes of guilt crossing their

the woman standin

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he heavy stares

m, her spine rigid, her heels clicking against t

fe who had walked down

coffee table and placed the velv

ek Philippe watch she had

irthday,

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he corner of her mouth, and the last flicke

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n her tone made the air

, clearly thinking this was just another

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ked toward the open door, keep