Love After the Betrayal
e laughter came fr
here, a sycophantic little weasel in a suit id
h disdain. "She really doesn't know her place. You're a big shot now, on your way t
he flattery. "That's the pla
continued, his voice loud enough for several passersby to hea
voice. It was calm,
ck' with anyone," I said,
ing his head as if I were a
I understand. You see me now, successful, important. It's natural to have regre
o form behind my eyes. The sheer d
heir to the entire Beaumont fortune. And this man, my ex-fiancé, was a glorified baggage handler for my family, and he ha
ing to go back to the way
se would you be here? You probably saw Brandon's name on some c
ant, terrible idea. His eyes li
aphina sometimes needs help around the house. With our son,
who nodded slowly, a mal
l spare room. It would give you a place to stay, and you'd get to be near me. It's the best I c
history right in front of me, painti
er, clapped his ha
g you on her knees," he gushed. "After all, she's the one who ran away w
constructed an entire false narrative where they were the victims
d to hire me t
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