My Husband's Other Woman
is year, I needed it. I needed the crayon turkeys taped to the windows and the off-key
there. He promised. But an
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f the playground, her face streaked with tears. A grou
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. How could they poss
h whose son was in Lily' s class, came
he said quietly. "It' s the
mprehending. "What a
lling the children these... stories. That Julian is her boyfriend. That Lily is maki
tomach. It was a calculated, viciou
d shoved Lily. It wasn' t hard, just a mean-spirited push, but she was off-balan
ry, looking at her pal
when I s
and Chloe. He was laughing at something she' d said, loo
as here to pick her up from her job. A job wh
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