Married To A Five-Year Deception

, was holding hands

Scarlett, had died in a fiery car crash. My per

them stood a little boy with my husband's dark, curly hair. I overheard everything. My family had

rifice Jackson made to keep me from asking questions while h

. A text from h

l the beautiful things

face a mask of fake concern, the urge t

demolished my world, forced a smile, and pulled him into an embra

pte

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, was holding hands

sister, Scarlett, the woman who had tried to ruin me, had been sent away by m

ect, blissful marria

the scent of gardenias and old money. I smiled, nodded, and played the part of Hannah Beaumont, the long-lost

rs too bright. I slipped out onto the stone terr

s when I

road shoulders angled protectively. His hand was intertwined with a woman's. He

rle

r hear again. Beside them, clutching Jackson's other hand, was

like a shard of glass. I shrank back behind a m

ice drifted towards me, laced with a familiar tenderness

squeezed his hand. "Besides, I had to thank you again. And the Beaumonts. **If you hadn't made all that evidenc

ted. *Destroy

kson said, his voice heavy. **"It w

ive years married to *her*. Poor Jackson. Was it worth it? Your great sa

e. Sac

my life... my love... it wasn't real. It was a five-year-long lie. A deal

my clutch. The screen lit u

oney, but for the first time, I heard the poison underne

rrace," I managed to choke

nd. "The terrace? Jackson!" she called out, her voic

ne wen

e shadows, his expression a mask of con

rted to drape his suit jacket over my shoulders, his brow

flicker of panic in their depths. He was che

I swallowed it down, letting it burn a hole in my gut. I looked into the eyes of the man I

hing up to touch his ch

which had been my home and my sanctuary for five years, now

he grave Scarlett wa