The Silent Trophy Wife's Lethal Comeback

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d a tablet, but he wasn't readi

knuckles. There was a faint, yellowing bruise on

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ch. "Yoga. I lo

n't reach his eyes. "

awling lawn of the Hamptons estate.

porch leaning on a cane. He looked like an

ed. His grip was tight. Too tight. "

ther, was holding court in her wheelchair. Vanessa, Hol

nnie. She though

rill. "I heard you two were splitting up.

om wen

t Holmes pulled her against his side

on the floor. "Enough.

She was abandoned

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htened. They wer

Dennie. "So, what will you do now? Go b

her phone. "Aunt Dennie? There's a

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into the room, fo

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nd cast it to the massive TV

a woman in a black dress breaking a man

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eyes. This wa

red. "She's a savage

screen. He watched the elbow s

back and laughed. A bo

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