He Chose The Mistress, Losing His True Queen

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entered, a smile

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me dead

in his own deceit w

g a perfect note of conc

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rystal glass down with a clink. He walked over, closing

ed the line of

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throat. I fought

a person when

f himself. He thought he could go sleep with his mistress

g into his touch one last

marking his territory before le

him walk o

mored SUV disappeared down the driveway

d up th

was no

was no

o was bored w

he screens in a rhythmic waterfall. I had built all of this for him. I had d

away for a girl who could

ket and took ou

ahogany desk, right

nd it on hi

I would

the wreckage of his marr

t it meant, June Bennett would