The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire Heiress

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pread across her face. He was so incredibly pred

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flaunt her billionaire affair on a public platform. But Audrey had suspected her months ago, long before the grief had entirely clouded her judgment. She had created a fake perso

been uploaded exac

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of delicate, imported caviar and tuna tartare.

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latinum bezel. She had bought that watch for Colton with the

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aneously. Click. She took a screenshot of the post. She sa

and walked into her m

Colton preferred her to wear. She reached into the back and

of the blazer made her posture rigid and commanding. She pulled her hair

cked up a tube of matte red lips

he sad, accommodating Mrs. Christian was gone

rinted divorce documents inside, and walked out