Discarded Husband, Rising Mogul

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red light at the intersection ahe

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kle. The dashboard was crushed against my legs. Caleb was groaning next

stance. Then, I heard anoth

p. She jumped out and ran to the

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completely. Paramedics arrived and pulled Caleb out.

rom his forehead with her silk scarf, her v

my door open. "Sir, c

ony shot through my ankle

ked at me, her face

! Your inattentive driving!

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