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n I'd loved for ten years. He'd booked the city's most exclusive pen
nedy, revealed the truth: she was flying in to confro
the very thing I despised after my family was destro
d to ruin my career and expose me.
was just a stand-in for his dead first love - a gh
with his wife, and together, we decide
pte
Gordo
Cameron proposed. Instead, the morning broug
ss and checked my reflection. Today was my milestone. Cameron Roberts-the man I'd secretly loved from across a college quad ten years ago, the ma
pagne, candlelight, a velvet box with a d
nnedy Baird. My best friend of f
p. "Hey, stranger! H
worldly calm-cracked with urgency. "Kacy, I
is. She managed her family's European empire
e spat. "My husban
a rock. "Cheating?" I repeat
ffair had driven my mother to suicide when I was sixteen. I'd built my en
h birthday tonight. I need your help. Loo
silhouette was unmistakable. The way he
d turne
here? I'm coming
I managed, my
meron had handed me his corporate credit card last week, asking me to pick up
Suite & Catering Depo
it. For me. Fo
ad. If Kennedy's husband was also celebrating his mistress's 30th b
thday, gorgeous! So excited for toni
e word echoed, ho
dy-pale, red-rimmed, designer bag still slu
God." She threw h
her tremble. But my mind wa
e picture again. The
one, scrolling. "Here
eaving a hotel. Camer
d. My vision swa
g my head. "No, this is w
. "It's right there. My husband, Cameron Roberts." She paused, her eyes widening sli
s future. All of it was a lie. I was unknowingly the other woman-the very
friend's face. The wor
the mistress? And what would b
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