Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir

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ter from the center of the table. She sat in th

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that looked suspiciously bridal. She acte

u to help, Serena cooed, placi

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. "We have the new perfume s

around t

k and vanilla. It was S

his! It's divine." She thrust the scented strip toward Julian, but in

thick, oily,

her gag ref

h. She stood up abruptly, her chair

me, she

the room. She ra

utive washroom. She kicked ope

l there was noth

shaking. She flushed the toilet

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at the entrance of the bathro

e face, the sweat on her forehea

sick?

kles were white. She knew he was rememberin

ce was raspy. "An ulcer. My do

ook convinced.

r hand trembled as she pulled out

itamin that looked like a generic capsule-a

le so he could see t

sped. "Just

oulders relaxed slightly. The

stomach, he said, di

closer. He didn

He sounded almost kind. Or maybe he just didn'

not turning aro

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She looked ghostly. There wer

e sink, breathing har

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down, her p

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ly Evans' agent.

n, who was laughing at

the coffee shop downstairs