The Wife Who Fought Back
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e of a powerful Congressman. Julian stroked my belly, whisperin
oice urgent, planning to use me as bait for a predatory federal prosecutor.
ces. Every intimate moment, every precious gift, was a cruel, recycled m
now revealed as a calculating monster. The betrayal was an Arctic wind,
e tracks, easily manipulated. He was gravely mistaken.
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