Escaping His Cage: The Phoenix Wife Returns

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ast night. The "Realm of Maya" necklace. A custom piece, glittering

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hoto of us from the nightstand and placed it face down in the drawer. I took the dri

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his boxers. He looked rumpled and undeniably sexy-the specific brand o

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wave of revulsion rolled thro

st, my skin crawled. I flin

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carded jacket on the chair and pulled out a black card

bed. It landed on the pristi

ed, staring at the plastic. "Yo

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sser. He lunged for it, his

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room, shutting the door

he had left his cufflinks. They wer

yesterday. Yesterday, he had worn

o from the unknown number again. I zoomed

he low light, were t

eft them

d in fresh clothes. He kissed my cheek,

he said. "Might

The silence of the pe

e smell of the beans made bile rise in my throat. The roo

n't just

my purse and went to the pharmacy three blocks aw

he cold tile floor, I waited for t

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about the silver cufflinks on the table in the clu

being cheated on an

baby was

t for him. For this tiny thing inside me

back of the closet. I put the "Realm of Maya" necklace inside. Then, I wr

ed it deep into the dark,

to play ga

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