Married to the Billionaire Who Hated Me First

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en cutting through the darkness of her bedroom. Who could it

on it further, a knock

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sion, his expression unreadable. "You

blanket around her shoulders lik

ng her fear. "Understandable," he said finally. "I

ened. "And what posi

ge contract with me," he said smoothly, "t

. He hadn't let go

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why I found the evidence that shattered my life. Why I believed

itted, but for how easily he had believed the lies that sep

ing his arms. "I've heard explanations be

d then... suddenly... the letters, the photos, the messages. Someone had orchestrated everything to make it look

is time. "It was a setup. Someone manipulated the messages

are. You married me, knowing full well I believe you destroy

y. For my family. For myself. For you... if y

ed at her like she was a p

ly, he spoke: "L

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city is quiet. I want to talk

ipation. The night air was cold as they stepped onto the balcon

en them. "Do you know what it felt like?" he asked quietly. "To believe the woman I l

m so sorry, Lucas. I would never...

e spent five years rebuilding myself, carrying the weight of betrayal t

't expect forgiveness. I only want a cha

nto the darkness. "You're going to have to do more than words. Every ac

er had become a watchful predator, every glance, e

iving this marriage would require more than patience it wo

s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then lo

he said quietly. "And they're w

a small envelope, sealed and unsigned. Inside was a photo

ly... or they'll p