The Baker's Billionaire: A Second Chance at Love
I left Julian sleeping in that sordi
wasn't home. I
t 9 a.m. Mr. Henderson, my family' s long
. A bit early fo
ess, Mr. Henderson. I nee
his "accident," Julian and his father had manipulated my grief, convincing m
roprietor trust," I said, my voice firm. "Effect
father. He processed the paperwork without question. Within an hour, my entire inherit
ved home, the storm
family's parlor, looking grim. My mother s
u been?" my mother cri
been? Your mother and I have been worried sick. We found Julian'
t perfectly. The concer
. "Amy... I am so sorry. I don'
ce to his mother's. They were expecting tears. Begging.
ughed. A shor
What are you so
"For... for what h
-wedding dinner to meet someone else
shirt, revealing the faint, but unmistakable, hickey on his neck. A mark I knew wasn't from me. I
anded, my voice ringi
idened. This was
u cheat on me the night before our wedding?" I turned to his moth
lian started, bu
e and our vows before they are even spoken." I pulled the Dubois fa
placed it firmly on
I want you and your so
n making, were utterly stunned. I had flipped the narrative. I wa
tact. My money was s
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