The Fake Foolish Bride's Secret Comeback

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a small, frail back covered in a hospital gown that was t

girl's fingers froze. She was hol

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distance. She let h

. It hit the floor with

to her chest. She wrapped her thin arms aro

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snapped. The muscl

about the dirt on the rug. He bent down and c

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f his five-thousand-dollar bespoke suit

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ped through his shirt. Br

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e just grabbed her

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