Marrying The Rival: My Ex-Husband's Despair

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course. Playing the inno

tators at a tennis match. The disrespect was so loud it was deafening. He

frowned. He didn't like that I was with Mark. He didn't like that I

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rare blue diamonds that had once b

a symbol of the De Luca matri

to his sleeve. She whispered something in his ear,

expression indulgent.

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microphone, his voice echoing in the sudde

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, arrogant expression. *Kno

't about the money. It was the leash. He was

. "Use my account," he

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is gavel, the sound like a gunsh

d to the stage, took the neck

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