The Woman Who Stole Everything

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is wife paralyzed in bed, was canoodlin

ped a bombshell:

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" David roared, con

r pregnancy, but a weak, guttural sound

ushed in, only to discover Susan

rt, and in the chaos, Olivia feigned

t, and David was arrested for assau

w... fake," confirmed my worst

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