The Don's Wife's Sweetest Revenge

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added, and the casual way her name left

anniversary. I'll give it to you when we get back." The

the problem was solved.

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paused, a flicker of irritation in his eyes, before pressing a dry ki

ctress in the final scenes of a tragedy,

gle, long dark hair that was not mine. It was a ghost, a remnant of her presence in

pointless. My war wasn't

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, like a man who had successfully put out a fire. My f

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it the seafood again?" He put his hand o

ness. It was the last of Isabella Morett