He Found My Secret Revenge

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ed in the corners. Formica table. It was the kind of place whe

coat. Just Faith. Just a tired woman in a hoodie t

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at Earl. "How

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at the hospital. You think everyone leaves. Or you think everyo

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. You don't know what the Board will do if they

tell

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he envelope

liability. You deserve someone... uncomplicated. Someon

. He reached across the table

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hallenge. I'

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ed to believe him. But she knew the corporate world. She knew

ered. "I can't let y

the drink. And the ride. Bu

rned and walked out of the diner, the

ipping his black coffee, watching h

. The wind hit her face, drying the

id girl. You just walked away from the

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lar and started walki