Tricked the Billionaire into Divorcing Me

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ad spent the aftermath of a majo

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teeth, she dragged the controller across the lamina

he adjusted the IV flow, glancing around t

our husband not

keeping her express

offering the same practiced excuse she had use

he IV port. Once the throbbing in her abdomen dulled to a

was no text message or missed cal

t number. The line rang six times before cli

d Greyson Owen.

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function, ma'am. Please, focus o

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of the Waldorf grand ballroom stood Greyson, looking impeccably sharp in a be

parents. She looked up at him with a bright laugh, dressed in a fiery red designer gow

ughter was looking up at Antonia with open adoration, he

d gifted Caitlin for their fifth wedding anniversary-an anniversary he had sk

daughter was clinging to another woman, and she was lying alone in a

movement pulled violently on her abdominal incisio

e, alarmed by the sudden spi

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tep back. The lingering warmth in her chest faded c

hesitation, she selected Greyson'

me of Chloe Sterling-her closest friend and one of t

not shake as she

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