His Unwanted Wife: The Rival's Secret Weapon

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em, a thorn pricking her skin.

ever did. He walked straight to the bar, his movements precise and economical, and poured himself

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the marble coffee table. It lan

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er face a

ld, black letters on the cover seemed to

s whiskey, his expressi

questions, pleading, a scene.

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ise? -crossed Eligah's face. Her placid

n the Hamptons. Ten million dollars. A t

e drew a thick, deliberate line through the entire section detailing he

paragraphs, she wrote a

e all

from years spent with a cello pressed against her, brushed against the smooth paper. It

ment back across the tabl

alendar reminder: Ian's tuition payment due. Her brother. The reas

searching. He picked up the document, his eyes scan

he asked, his vo

st three years," April said, her voice as smooth and cold as the

omed to control, to every piece on his board moving

sed anger. He folded the document and tucked it into

oor without a backward glance

shut, a sound of

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out at the glittering expanse

ruly her own in years. She pulled out her phone and found a n

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me. There was no sadness, no regret. Only the

racks of designer clothes and rows of expensive shoes. She pulled out a single, worn suitcase