The Employee I Married Was a Billionaire Heir

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saved for three months to buy, a sleek, designer piece for her bo

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rom his end of the line. "Hey, Chloe, I'm so sorry," he rushed out. "Somethin

ears," she said, the disappointment a

s on work first, okay? I'll make it up to you,"

he forced a gentle tone.

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d. She would bring t

eved a chocolate lava cake she had baked h

ats, and grabbed the gift and the cake. A quick ca

as she pictured the look of surpr

ng. She paid the driver and hurr

tion, tucking a stray strand of hair be

excitement building with every step. As she raised her

but unmistakable. It was fol

heart

she told herself.

spare key Carson had given her months ago. She inserted it int

room was dark, but a sliver of warm, dim

. The woman's voice was one

sister, Jac

. With a hand that felt disconnected fro

yway startled the people in th

bedroom, a towel wrapped loosely aroun

when he saw her. "Chloe?

ze shot past him, fixed o

versized dress shirts. When she saw Chloe, there was no

choed in the si

, splattering chocolate and cream across the floor. A dark,

orframe to keep from collapsing,

stammered, rushing toward he

her-in-law," she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

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al. Two years of her life, of her love, had just become a punch

allic taste of bile rising in her throat. She l

scream. She

was a raw,

asked, "when