Trapped in a Marriage of Revenge

't sleep

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ur life.

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d came from

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bedroom. The door was ajar. Inside, her mother lay curled on the be

hed to her side

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ria sat alone in the waiting room, her knees drawn to her chest,

passed.

ched her, his expression

condition," he said. "The stress

pped. "Is she go

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th caugh

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uieter this time. "I'll co

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cision," he said. "Con

ugh. "That's not goodw

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r cheeks. She didn

not just destroy my father and be d

exhaled

ake up every day knowing exactly

ne wen

bed, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest.

s eyes flut

ered. "Your fathe

mile. "He's oka

too perceptive even through

throat

aid, echoing the promise she

d weakly around hers. "Don

ressing her forehead t

alread

nly one way

ng mirror in her bedroom. She looked the same-same dark e

ed up he

she didn'

she said when he ans

le

eplied. "My lawyer

d despite herself

paused.

," Aria said. "And you don

was

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phone slowly, h

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