The Substitute Wife Escapes Her Gilded Cage

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llen. We stood gathered around the marble monolith of the D'Ange

g every time the wind gusted. I stood three feet away, shivering in a dress that offered no w

arcus, not bothering to lower her voic

wife, Izzy. It looks better for the

hat was my function.

ith the corpse beneath us. We were both cold, we were both silent

open. Rain lashed down in sheets, turni

us announced, holding

t have o

black SUVs, water soaking through

ant, the kind where the waiters wear

across from them. It felt like

Without glancing at i

said softly. "You

f her lips. She ordered wine. She ordered

es dropping to my stomach. "You've p

s barely showing, but she noticed. She noticed

ess eatin

on't get fat, Liv.

onversation about people I didn't know,

g tureen of soup. It was placed o

it hap

ar a nearby table, clipp

silver tur

t!" Marcu

ross the table. He

and pulling her violently toward h

reen t

strone soup cascaded of

y onto

t. It was a sound of pure, animalistic agony. The heat s

g out of my chair, clawi

someone

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ears. Marcus was holding Izzy's

ou hurt?" he demanded, h

iv!" Izzy pointed at me, her

ing on the floor, my skin red and peeling. Hi

nce," he barked

and. He stood up, helping Izzy to her fee

et, the smell of soup and b

e darkness crept in at

ing as consciousn

helped her, Mar

ell, the last thing I would hea

, a scratch on you is a tragedy. H

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et