No Divorce, Only Widowhood: His Possession

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dressed for work, immaculate in a

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ling sorry for yourself,"

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out of bed. She put on

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sh, but the food was bland, somethin

er lips together

dripping with sarcasm. "Carrying all those bo

looked up at him

really think you could pawn your jewelry an

her voice trembling. "I ca

the last five years, has been Sterling money. So technically

t's my career! And I'd rather sell every stitch of clothing I

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and pulled out a card. It was bla

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Take it. Fund your little movie. Stop embar

. It represented freedom.

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ked up the card, and

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y, Julian. I want a husband who re

the card o

t the card on the rug, then back at her face. His eyes w

had to tilt her head back to look at him. He gri

ine. Do it your way. But tonight is the Vance dinner. You figure out

d out of the room. The front door s

air. She put her head on the