Betrayed For A Fake Heir: The Wife's Exit

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swallowed by the white linens, a

ivered the verdict: a fals

at the parking lot where my reflection ghosted ag

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have to stay with me tonight

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to the

to her toothbrush,

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ed to watch Mr. Gu, the rival underboss w

the PI said, his tone lacking i

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ce. Frant

care about the baby. I need the money now. The

e, smooth

ve the Vitiello heir in your b

torted by static but the words crystal clear. "It's yours, you idiot! An

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stroyed the only go

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starving