Don't Cry Now, My Heartless Ex-Husband

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sat on the edge of the hospital bed and stared at the sterile

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ensive cologne, crisp linen, and the c

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ce sounded rusty, like a hinge

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ration of a new smuggling rou

. I ghosted through the periphery of the ballroom, ho

m, wearing a red dress that looked like spilled blood. She was laughin

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aid, my vo

d-but absolute. I walked towards them, and the crowd parted. They lo

n't reach his eyes; it stopped at his teeth. "Cassandra

Jacob's bicep as if she were fragile. "I thought

Her eyes were bright

en meaning to ask. That brooch yo

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out it?"

said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Jac

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me. "Give it t

ly. Like he was a

rooch was the last thing my mother gave me before she died-be

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ched. It became h

ed, a nervous, tinkling soun

my voice frighteningly steady. "It

aying the victim perfectly. She whispered something

, Jacob. Why do you

e looked at me with cold

announced to the room. "Alexia is

me. Sending the

is gaze. "I'm going to the mona

me. He was already pouri

ning his back. "Pr

yes on my back. I felt the se

took the brooch off my dress and pinned it

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