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Chapter 2
Word Count: 390
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Released on: 07/11/2025
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, unwelcome sound that ripped me from a shallow,
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y. He had been at a party at a friend's hou
ctant. The fluorescent lights hummed, casting a sickly yellow glow on everything. Colton wa
friend, Tiffany. She was a carbon copy of Campbell Kirby-all manufactur
perfectly glossed li
ce loud enough for everyone t
ncomfortably, pulling his arm away from her. His fa
asked, my voice tremblin
on his face was a physical blow. It was
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oice laced with venom. "Could
ppearance. I had thrown on the first thing I could find-a pair of faded yoga pants and an old cashmere sweater that had seen better da
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You Forgot I Was A Morgan
“For a year, I played the part of the perfect, long-suffering wife, enduring my husband' s public affair. I did it all for one reason: to win full custody of our son, Colton. But when Colton was arrested, he didn't turn to me for help. He looked at me with disgust and spat that our family's problems were all my fault. Later that night, my husband, Jackson, demanded I apologize to his mistress. When I refused, he shoved me into the freezing lake. As I drowned, I saw him and my son comforting her on the dock, a perfect family silhouetted against the moonlight. They were watching me die. The last of my love for them turned to ash. They forgot one thing. I wasn't just a housewife. I was a Morgan. My fingers found the emergency beacon my billionaire father gave me. And I pressed it.”