The Wife Who Knew Too Much
gray morning. It was our tradition to visit their graves togeth
' t be helped. Go wit
harp, went through me. He had
cemetery afterward. The idea made me smile. I had news for him, wonderful news that I' d been w
stered when she saw me. "Mrs. Maxwell!
sked, holding up the lunch bag
s on a call. A ve
The door to his office was thick oak, but it wasn' t compl
He was talking to hi
. I' m heading to the hospit
"Of course, Mr. Maxwell. She' ll be so happy.
nd that suddenly ma
-a-million match for Chloe. And ruining Ava? That was the only way to
lunch bag slipped from my fingers,
g her? That was the masterstroke. Five
education. I paid him back by ensuring his legacy... and his daughter... were well taken care o
nborn
stumbled backward, knocking over a tall porcelain vase in
n. Liam stood there, his
you doing here? You' re
terrified assistant. "What is wrong with you? Why didn' t you te
, just like he ha
n arm around me. "I' ll take care of you. L
creaming. He was taking me to the hospital. The same hospital wher
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