Reborn To Love My Stoic Soldier Husband

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her wrinkled eye. It slid down he

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er hands. No liver spots. No protruding

ere warm. Her fingers came away sm

ss" were taped to the peeling wallpaper. Two red candles burned

the bathroom door across the room. The sound o

r with the force

ars old. This was

bled. She walked to the smal

tyled in stiff, outdated curls. Her wedding dres

soft flesh of he

t a shaky breath. It wasn't a dying hallucination.

n the bathr

d started screaming. She had thrown a lamp, cursed Cade's name, and forced him to sleep o

heart pounded a frantic rhy

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ed with the top plastic button. It was digging into her windpipe,

ing white heels. Her bare feet

hroom. Every step felt li

could hear the rough friction of a t

ll. She didn't

d against the cool brass doorknob.

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