The Neglected Wife Is A Hidden Genius

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to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt like they were weighed down wit

. Miranda's scream. The freezing water closing

n't respond. She was trapped in the dark, listeni

e hallway. The door was c

voice was sharp, impatient. "When is she goi

e perfect. The man who had dragged her from the Rust Belt to New York, only

d with venom. "This Rust Belt trash always

was a sharp, twisting sensation, like a hand squeezing her organ until it threatened to pop. Ten years. Ten

on's sugary voice chimed in. "Mayb

spinoza's voice followed. His tone was light, fli

es lingering on her younger sister the way they used to look at her. A wave

in the Hamptons." That was Caleb Harmon, her third older brother. His

iately. "We can't have her running her

ter echoed down the hall as they left for their date

s up, call the lawyer. I want her

. The hallway w

nitor

ock turning in a dark room. A rush of cold clarity was

d wrapped around her wrist. And then... the fingers uncurlin

ident. It was a

ne, the pathetic girl desperate for love. She was the inheritor of Silas. Decades of knowled

tear leaked from the corner of her eye, tracking down her temple and soaking into

on in this city's gilded cage who had ever

. Sharp. Dang

space between each beep becoming infinitesimally longer, steadier. It was a

didn't blink. The hope that had always lived in her gaze was gone, bur