Revenge Of The Wife They Sold

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ndered aimlessly, tr

lowly beside me. The window rolled down,

on. "Adeline," he said. "What a coincid

couldn't bring myself to say no. I n

ushed his phone across the t

e messages. The full text of Brock of

aotic blur. I opened the door

. He grinned, a stiff, awkward expression. "Ad

ed now. We sat at the table. Brock talked incessantly, a torrent of wor

ose everything." His voice cracked, thick with self-pity. "

ey, we'll have a better life, Addie. I swear." He looked at me with desperat

you. Truly, mor