The Divorced Wife's Secret Triplet Heirs

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rs, thin and cold, twisted the wedding band on her ring finger.

of a transacti

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hed over her, so profoun

or burst open

e mirror, she saw her mother-in-law, Eleanor Vega, marching in. Eleanor's f

ely, a conditioned respon

able. The porcelain bowl on it rattled, the dark brow

th the thick, bit

ized the smell. It was another one of the "fertility" r

sharp and cold as shattered glass. "The Vega fam

three years of marriage, her husband had touched h

ds died in

murmured, her gaze d

t. "Don't forget your place, Ellie. If it weren't for your mother's illn

deep. Ellie's hands balled into fists at h

piratorial, cruel whisper. "And Kourtney Dorsey

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om seemed to vanish, sucked out by that single name. Kourtney, the wo

pale, lost its l

became unbearable, t

ilored suit, his broad shoulders filling the space, casting a long shadow into

rk liquid, his mother's triumphant sneer, his wife's

there to support her. "Brock, you're

her as if she

ful. From his leather briefcase, he withdrew a manila folde

t look a

der across the smooth su

s deafening in the silent room. It felt lik

ooked

letters on the co

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nt gasp. Her head snapped up, her eyes wide

she shrieked, her voice crackin

like the dead of winter, strip

ney's

e then, his gaze

nsaction

tion. He didn't even bother to lie or soften the

her limbs. She gripped the edge of

e ye

of biting her tongue until it bled. Three ye

pathetic,

ce of the man she called her husban

ushing detail, his voice

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is eyes like

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