His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer's Return

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sign, we'll force him to b

l around a corner, he

s about skill-once your designs blow her away, the

over the original drafts I had drawn three ye

't published anything in three y

ocked myself in the small guest bedroo

ted through hundreds of digital sketches from the pa

the suffocating pain and longing I ha

ff neck, packaged the digital portfolio

van at Aurora Fashion Magazine, and

he screen, I let out a long breath, feeling the crushing

ng out at the pale gray dawn breaking over the B

rap me, I was going to use the name

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ntertainment building the next morning, several execu

nd, I stared past the projector screen, my mind stuck on the di

n onto the conference table, cutting off

t together a basic crisis plan,

oom behind, I stood up and str

d me, shutting the door befo

igation on Ashlyn

d not only faked an ultrasound sheet, but had also paid three

di

ort onto my desk

ake papers can buy her way

desk, I stared at Charli

sue her for defamation immediately, then tell every partner

stood,

tating for a beat be

, Madam seemed to retrieve a set of orig

ven up that little designer hobby three years a

n asset waiver onto my chest last night, that s

her a

and looked out the windo

nce she burns through that pocket change of

he bar and gulped it down, yet my throat still felt dry

er blocked number on the screen, before cursing u

e wall, I uncapped a black marker to map out an offens

, leaving an ugly black ink stain on the whit

flight to Toronto