My Contract Wife Is A Hidden Genius

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ere slightly ajar, spilling a slice of golden ligh

the crack. It was laced with exhaustion and deep irritation. "It's a th

y felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. My fingertips

rp with reprimand. "How can you speak abo

rated blade. "A good girl? A woman who used every trick in the book to marry a

he truly thought of me. Every quiet dinner, every forced smile for t

n threatened to break. I forced my shaking knees to lock. The last pathetic shred of h

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ared down at me. "Or are you just plotting yo

three years. The legendary hockey capta

cracked. My throat was

ce and the tears pooling in my eyes. "Edmund!

e of a professional athlete bearing down on me made my chest tight.

myself to meet his dead eye

mine. I could smell the faint scent of

pping so only I could hear. "A morality clause I had to stomach to

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t past the edge of the rug. Hot tea splattered across

out, grabbing my elbow

pieces, then back up at me with utter boredom. He reache

orrow. Don't bother me with

way. His footsteps echoed down the ha

mured, patting my back with a tre

f Ethan's grip. I dropped to my knees and beg

my index finger. A bead o

feel th

ger. The decision crystallized

ed the corners of my mouth to lift. "I

nd this. I was g