The Dons Forbidden Wife

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me, crowded and loud, but I feel completely alone in it. People brush past me, talking, laughing, l

my mouth as tears

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absolute. I failed my mother. I failed myself. I fail

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until the noise shifts. Louder. Sharper. The sound

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a constant stream, wind whipping my hair into my face. Exhaust burns my n

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making her feel like the center of his universe The fake papers were spread out tidily on the tel

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explodes

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down hard. Pain flares white-hot through me, sharp and overwhelming-and

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far away. Somewhere, brakes lock and metal g

for what just happened. Traffic comes to a halt around me, c

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nes. Silence. I reach for that image in my mind, clinging

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