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crolling through his phone. He looked immaculate-freshly showered,

he said, not bot

e room lurched violently. I fell

t feeling like sandpaper. "You

sauntered to the bedside table, and fastidiousl

said I'd grant you a divorce," he replied smooth

back down with a

s Patek Philippe watch, "you nee

oor, his hand rest

stity is feeling much better, thank

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driver will collect

n he wa

ceiling. He had drained me to save her, and now he was

ble. My phone was gone. Domi

m phone and dialed a numbe

d up on the

'm in the lobby. Security won't let me up.

pered. "But I need

" he said, his

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hy

iles. If I leave now, he'll hunt me down. I need

that's s

ven. Just wait

ocessed with suspicious speed. I felt

t the hospital entranc

the limo. She was radiant, her skin flushed with h

open back door, impati

," he o

front seat, th

" Dominick said, dismissing my

iled on the leather bench next to me, leaving

rested her hand on Dominick's thigh. He

one. "The press loved my dress last night. They

ine, warm smile. One I hadn't

hidden in my bra-the one thing Dominick had

ed Ins

he red carpet. His arm was wrapped possessively aro

e screen, my v

the hospital, bleeding and terrified. He didn't answer. He was in a meeting. When he

hoto of us. He neve

the back o

typed a comment on the p

exactly what

ne and slid it b

up to the

home," Chast

ng the sky. It wasn't a home. It was a crem