Jilted Wife? I Am The Underworld Boss

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s Simon?

e doorframe. "Why are yo

, straightened her posture

t had a beautiful baby together. Now get o

Civilian neighbors stepped out onto t

at I must be the bitter ex-wi

ho you are. You are Simon's ex-wife. The one who

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n divorcing you was an escape from misery.

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beneath it, a slow, volcanic heat was already building-the ki