THE WIFE HE NEVER WANTED

a's

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n...

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al had been whispering about. The one who had a "mys

ire L

I knew

her mystery boyfr

ignored and unwanted. And yet here he was, standing beside

ould have turned and left befor

I di

oul

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sta

I wa

-

slightly swollen eyes and traces of exhaustion on her face, she still looked stu

whimper, struggling

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, his voice low and sooth

fr

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areful.

r seen. A side of him he

trying to hold back tears. "But I don't

an reached out and wiped

my stom

e that way. Not when I was exhausted from work. Not whe

Sapphire, he looked lik

able of t

wasn't

-

ller. My breathin

I should run b

dy refuse

ing sure she was comfortable before leaning closer. His

and rested her head

er voice barely above a breath. "I

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tion, he bent down and s

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ould

not f

he had been marrie

rable, yet I stood

-

sly, like she weighed nothing. As they stepped in

ara

t now they were everywhere, shouting,

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ian did

he had

every trace of our ma

Sapphire in his arms as if protecting

hard, my thr

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ecial? What did she

lf near the window. My fingers curled agai

the reporters, ignoring the chaos, focused only o

a moment, adjusting the seatbelt around her. His expression remaine

a man w

who ch

who

neve

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ision, but I refus

aiting for Adrian to look at me lik

thing more than a secret

to my stomach,

had m

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