The Billionaire's Genius Wife's Ultimate Cold Revenge

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line of luxury SUVs sn

led up to

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ite blazer and stilettos.

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her, towering over E

carried over the quiet street. "The real question is, what a

cing at the other mothers. "I wa

our dignity. Stay away from my child, Eleanora. If I see you here again, I will fil

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d a deep, ugly red. "Y

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. She scanned the crowd. She saw El

he saw

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ened her mo

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and walked back to her car without

thouse, the atm

ed the staff.

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threw a handful of

r and daughter. No sickness. No m

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e gripped the ed

She turned to Lily and wiped

ut here is the truth: You only have one mommy. An

pting the truth as children do

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r opened. Cli

ned. The air smelled of vanilla and bak

omestic warmth he h

o him with a cookie

ing at Emelie with a strange

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melie said. She washed her hands

said, looking around. "I

et. She dried her hands on

he said coldly. "I did th

pron and threw i

her bath. Dinner is in t

ding alone in the warm, sweet-smellin