Divorced And Pregnant: My Beautiful Escape

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opened

rushed in, thick with

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hed. *S

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ell hi

t, floral perfume. Chanel No. 5. A scent she

. There, nearly hidden in the shadows, was

er head up to look at him-he had already moved to the wet bar, his back to he

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t, a statement of fact that brooked no argument. "I wan

Amelia's numb fingers and f

ister. The one who was supposed to marry Hunter. A n

needed to hear it again. To confirm this was

tinctive dark red birthmark near his ey

er will send over the papers tomorrow

ess transaction. A host

ed, the words catching in her th

Don't be greedy, Amelia. You'll get a gener

eading toward the master bedroom.

e lunged forward, her hand shooting out to

, wait.

burned him. With a flicker of

growl. "Don't think about contacting her. Don't g

or slammed shu

floor, traveled up her legs,

ng, silent hallway, staring

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At the simple, unadorned plat

she slid

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ing up the ultrasound report from the table. She st

her phone and dialed

a termination agreement. A divorce.

he other end

know that k

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r paus

tomorrow morni

a hun

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t look at the cl

into the hallway, into the eleva

that door