Testing His Wife: The Billionaire's Secret

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ving room floor. Frieda pushed herself up from the a

fa and headed straight

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eyes. The sunlight hit

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around his waist. His body went completely still.

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eled: Divorce Agreemen

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against the thick paper.

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