The Neglected Wife's Bitter Awakening

Her stomach muscles contracted in violent, agonizing spasms. Every breath she too

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st the floor. She dropped to her knees beside Bianca, her hands hovering, terri

or," she gasped, her voice barely a raspy whisper. "Just help me up." She refused t

Bianca's shoulders, the soft, rhythmic sque

iving room. Her face was a

gh with fake concern. Her eyes, however, darted over Bianca's tremb

ortably in that wheelchair made the bile rise in her throat. She tried to

ianca's pale, sweaty face. "You look terrible

rbone, feigning hesitation. "Oh. Was it

reath stop

er lap. She tapped the screen and

nipulative. The shadows hid Aydin's hands unbuckling the seatbelt, making it look l

dra whispered, her voice trembling. "I tho

but the image burned into her brain. Cassandra took this?

blinding, white-hot rage. She pushed Mrs. Gable away and f

es locking onto Cassandra's. "You

ne back to her chest. "What? No! I... I just saw it on soc

herself up until she was standing, though she swayed dangerously. "Yo

in her eyes and spilled over her cheeks. "Why would y

was loud

ask of dark thunder. He marched down the steps, his eyes sweeping ov

stepped directly in front of Cassandra'

"Cassandra is worried about you.

red at Kahlil's broad back, protecting the woman who was actively dest

, hysterical laugh. "She's worried about me? With her little camer

ed heavily. "What ar

! Ask her who took that photo and who sent it to you!

grabbed the fabric of Kahlil's tro

ing force. The force of his push was harder than he intended. Bianca's legs were already weak. The shove se

thud echoed

k for a second. She clutched her stomach, folding in half. Her face drained of all color, turning a te

l he saw. That's al