atthew
, confused. "Move
ou're my fiancée. You should, of course, go back to your 'home,' pack all
to go back to the Reynolds estate, not for a reco
re my break with the Reynolds family
with a tragic sense of pur
oval. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Rick, ta
y, heading back to the place I had live
, Carol, Sienna, and Carter were all there. It was a
d, "You dare to come back! You shame
yes red-rimmed, looking like a frightened r
lt and reproach. "Faye, why did you have to make suc
critical faces before me
my voice was ice, devoid of any emo
ou just clarify to the media that yesterday was all a misunderstanding, and a
almost laug
he eye. "Preston, have you ever truly seen me as your daughter? Or am I ju
ed a dark shade of
enna broke your favorite antique vase and sent me to bed without dinner for three days? Who was it, in college, w
eston and Carol's faces grew ugli
grievances and injustic
rward, I, Faye Matthews, have nothing to do with the Reynolds family
ed and furious reactions, I wal
covered in a thin layer of dust. It seemed no o
I only took my mother's heirlooms, my professional b
designer clothes and bags that Pr
itcase downstairs, S
e. "Faye, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... Carter and I
und it amusing. I walked aroun
stop acting. All you want is the money and status Carter
"A 'love' like yours, built on betrayal, doesn't need
door. The Bentley was w
t and grabbed my wrist. "Faye, don't go! I k
in disgust, as if he
locked the doors. Carter was left outside, pounding on
g the Reynolds estate and all t
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