Betrayed For A Fake Heir: The Wife's Exit

antiseptic layered over the he

sitting

er, a mask of worry etched

e devoted husband so wel

e said, reaching for my han

y before his warmth

usy reading

linc

her down. It wa

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ways a fa

ir," I said, my

, but the room ti

denly. "You love the horses. It'll

th

a leaking faucet and no

nation in his eyes, I didn

to the

biting against my

ntle mare, my movemen

allion, a massive black be

d the crunc

ng a riding outfit that looked br

is good," she chirped, her voice

hesi

saw the confli

promise

her stomach and sighed, a ca

n't want to be alone

resolve crumbling. "B

her onto

ed her s

ked her

ked her

itting my teeth against the

t toward t

his hand resting on her

behin

heel in my

s phon

acted, talking busine

wn until she

sm

smile; it was a

now," she whispered. "He loves the id

refusing to give her the

this,"

er horse har

orse

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pan

her hooves flai

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orse, pulling her into his arms to shie

the

the wind out of me

ck echoed i

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be

nches from my head, kic

sping for air,

e dust as Dante chec

okay?" he ask

ying her face in his coat. "S

ed at m

in the

ok

n't ru

ared

oid of warmth. "I have to get her back

lloped away, cradling his

irt, staring a

ally stop