My Perfect Marriage, His Deadly Secret

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ospital room, the kind that costs a fortune and ensures absolute discretion. My fingers flutter

icked it up with a trembling hand. The

a vid

, but I had to kno

ey were young, vibrant, and tangled up in each other. He was whispering in her ear, and she was laughing, a genuine, ha

his, said from the phone's speaker. "It's my nort

new message popped

stitches. A shame. He use

er me

es-and tried to shape you into me. He even gave you a job in the same department I used to intern in. Every date y

fina

just getting started. I'm going to have

an wasn't just cruel; she was pathologically

, looking every bit the concerned husband. He carried a bouquet of my f

his voice soft. "H

, as if we were discussing a business matter. "I'll have them prepare your termination

r less than a day. He was erasing me from his wor

out to him. He took them, his eyes scanning the page. He didn't even flinch. He simply p

world, severed with

ers tracing my jawline, carefully avoiding th

as slightly askew. Peeking out from under the starched white fabric

oke the last threa

stood there. You watched her cut me. You promised t

his face. "Keira, you don't understand Diana. S

for what happened. He was sorry I' d gotten in the way. He w

, my voice rising with di

om her," he said, his tone hardening

cold, empty void. He wasn't just a liar. He was a coward. He was letting Diana run ro

ouldn't end t

ice steady despite the tremor in my soul

d sharp, violent. "Don't ever say that

creen. The name "Diana" flashed across it. His expressi

ing murmur. "What's wrong? ... Is L

Her

dripping with the tenderness he denied me. "I'm

again a mask of cool indifference. "I have to go

glance. He didn't ask if I needed anyth

equired stitches in her face because of his lover, to rush to

rtainty that in his heart, I wasn't eve

ped my lips. I picked up my

ice cold and clear. "I want everything I'm

r called. He didn't even come home to the villa. When I was dischar

pen. The room was exactly as I had left it-the shattered painting, the ripped photos, the letters scattered on the

k manila envelope containing the divorce papers on the cente

Let him see his past an

ery designer dress, every expensive gift he had ever bought me. I packed them into boxes and arranged for

toy. And I was don

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