From Discarded Wife To Scent Queen

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e up

ing the floor. Just the rhythmic, ind

my movements sluggish. My fingers were bruised

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this rage was cold. It was absolute zero, freez

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bouquet of white lilies in a crystal vase. He looked

ed. "Jenna? The hosp

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as guilt or inconvenience, I couldn't tell. "I didn't kno

r wasn't a mistake, Cor

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dened. "Watc

t a di

in the air, h

us sound. "You can't divorce me. We are

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ne he used to manipulate board members. "I'm trying to make it up to yo

ropped. "Wha

aid. "For her art therapy.

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udio has the

in my chest. "That is my work.

turing to the empty shelves. "I saw the box

ntique. It's built into th

pecialists

came from do

ra

own the corridor,

oak workbench-the organ where my father had taught me

splin

de of the desk, exposing the ra

bing the arm of one of t

man said, looking nervous.

who had followed me

This was my soul they were dragging across the flo

empty room that would soon be filled w

na," he said softly. "Iva

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eing hauled away to the trash, while my hu