Reborn Heiress: Marrying My Ex's Disabled Uncle

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ing to go wa

for the shrill, steady beep of the heart monitor

e, his eyes burning with something I'd mistaken for love. "You're the only one for me, Angela," he'd said, sl

ster, pressing a glass into my hands with that saccharine smile of hers. "

frozen lake. It was the same cold I'd felt the last time Brett held me. His arms had

njured something else-Juliana's perfume. A cloying, limited

egan clickin

king gently in the dim light. Juliana had stumbled out of the passenger side, her dress disheveled, her lipstick smeared. Brett said she'd g

lled my condition unusual. A wasting sickness, he'd said. He'd mentioned tra

aress. "Just hold on, Angela. We'll get married as soon as you're better." But h

stack of papers toward me. An asset transfer agreement. "Just to make things easie

s to parties that should have been mine, standing beside the man who should have been mine. The whispers

hat remained was bl

save myself. I just wanted to see their faces one last ti

and woul

. I couldn't hear the words, but I didn't need to-their body language was a confession. The way Brett gestured toward my room with hi

out. A thin trickle of dark blo

ed. The steady beep became a si

into the dark, my soul issued one

t life, I will dra

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