The Ninth Chance: A Wife's Deadly Secret

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know, or wouldn't figure ou

the cold calculation behind years of feigned love and

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as if considering it. "You t

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everything," he gushed,

was lifeless. "I... I need some time to th

e time you need," he said, beami

swering pressure, my mind already far aw

ation he had wrought within me. My strategic acce