The Despised Wife's Spectacular High Society Comeback

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d gotten drunk and loudly complained to a group of vicious so

icked out right now meant facing the brutal streets of New York with absolutely nothing.

ly swayed on her feet, letting her knees buckle just

, throwing herself onto the mattress. She let ou

, his polished oxford shoes scraping against the marble,

loll to the side. "I drank way too much of that vintage champa

ing it tightly to her chest. It was a shield to h

ke, crocodile tears that stung the corners of her eyes. "So gra

intensely searched her flushed face, looki

ent pulled the custom-tailored fabric of his

nt strictly dictates absolute confidentiality regar

actually made herself genuinely dizzy. She los

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voice into a fake, sleepy, and incohe

burned. She waited to see if he

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d sharply and rhythmically against

door clicked shut

iling and finally exhaled a massive, shaky sigh of relief. Her