THE WIDOWER'S WIFE

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ime wallowing in self-pity. I would go about my life as though I was not marri

ped into my four-inch Jimmy Choo heels that elevated my already tall figure. When I was sure that I was looking good, I grabbed my bag and then headed o

n to descend the stairs, exaggeratin

iting for me by my car, and I got into the car without

ed about my marriage. I didn't want to hear anything about Julian. I didn't think I could h

but I was glad I didn't. I needed to get out of the house if only for 5 hours out of a day. I worked every day from 9 am to 1 pm. It had been 9 to 5, but my father h

d at me like I was some weird puzzle piece that they didn't know how to fit into their lives. I didn't bl

perwork for my father, I had even lost track of time.

ok till I fell asleep. I might have not gotten my fairytale ending, bu

to anybody. I had made it to my car when Jonathan, the head of IT stopped me. He had a huge grin

I said with f

t!" He said as he pu

nk y

you?" There it was the question I

t." That was my a

am happy for you. I didn't know y

eymoon had to

I got to go. I will see you

e th

o the back of the car. I let out a huge sigh o

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AN'S

day's work. The more I worked at that company, the more I wonder

s dra

ters. Zoey and Zara were sound asleep when I walked into their room.

t but everything in me wanted to open the door and check in on he

hand, but she was already asleep. I walked over to her bed and took the book from her hand

orbidden treasure, I could look at her, but I could not touch her and it infuriated me, especially since I was

that I would regret in the morning, and I practically fl

r the thousandth time that day. I could not even stop myself from staring at her. I