Second chance:I will let you marry my husband.

heart monitor. Sarafina sat at the edge of the chair, her hands clas

ssive as she brushed invisible lint off her designer shirt. "So your husba

ing heavier. "He deleted messages, Solana. Messages to a

inst the armrest. "Men get bored, Sarafina. It's not a big deal.

sappointment. She had known Solana for years, but lately

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,with black curly hair, shiny caramel skin,blue eye and an unrelenting work ethic, she was the perfect reflection of h

dn't let it stop her. She stepped into the role her parents had left behind, taking over the family business and striving t

red the day he walked into her office, flanked by lawyers and brimming with arrogance.

declared, his voice cold and unyielding. "And you'r

oard, using her financial struggles as leverage to seize contr

ile illusion. Caleb, the man she had once believed to be her partner, was distant and deceitful. And Solana-her longtime friend-seemed to revel in offering advice that undermined her confidence.she is now aa advanced gast

inst the tiled floor. "I can't do this anymore, Solana," she said, her voice

. "What are you going to do? Leave him? You'll lose every

ding. "Maybe I will. Maybe losing eve

ories of her parents, her company, and the life she had lost swirled in her mind. But for the fir