The Abandoned Wife And Her Secret Heir

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gallery white-unforgivi

pes hung against the stark

olation. Stark. Lonely

n. By all metrics, it should hav

my body, carefully hiding the tiny

my head and laughed at the right moments, playin

kept darting

alked in

avy blue. Crisp white shirt. The one

g a bouquet o

ses. They remind

oring the art, ignoring the p

ing," he said, his voice

lowers. The crowd

s my cheek. "You lo

er on him. Vanilla and

I didn't want to make a s

said. My voic

ad

he polite chatter like

went de

toward th

re. She was beautiful in

. The woman f

hand was the l

m her grip and ra

ce innocent and damning. "Why are

ael

from me to the boy to the crowd, trap

nd from my waist

d Michael's

sitated, looking at me with panic in his

cked

e a twisted family portrait. The

ding there holdin

o ripple through t

at his

they didn't

s that

ed loudly on the polished concrete

f me. She looked me up

Liv,"

ouched Michael's arm.

enough for everyone to hear. "Don't be mad at Michael.

essive hand on

real*

hed over me. It was

was looking at me. Pity

t," I w

with fake sweetness. "Don't be difficult. We

d at my r

"that ring really does

eache

react, she grab

ya

ped against the metal as

diamond ring

," sh

ssed t

floor. It spun dizzily

es. My dignity. All ly

snapped

for the ring

ch!" I s

ped fo

d. She stepped back

sh. It was a full-for

My heels slipped

l bac

ch myself, but

ner of a display pedestal

It radiated down to my st

cramp ripped th

omeone s

r. The gallery li

a ball, clutch

I gasped.

d me over t

ooked at me. He too

She whispered something in h

at them. Then h

he made

ned hi

ard the exit. He was shiel

ving me on

tness betwe

oked

f my dress was t

d absolute, se

" I wh

faces of the guests blurred in

k me was my wedding ring, glittering on the