The Daughter Who Wasn't Mine

ing our charming boutique hotel, and contentedly preparing our joint tax returns

of our union, only an active certificate for Ava and Julian Vance-the "struggling artist" she claimed

us and cash, while her legal husband and child watched. The façade crumbled when they brazenly atte

alf a decade, even actively plotting my death. How could love morph into such

Chloe Davis, my sharp, powerhouse ex-fiancée, I decided it was time for my grand finale. Ava plann