The Other Woman in Our Marriage

ning, I call

to start divorce proceedings a

breath was audible.

And I'm moving to London.

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same week, I agreed to go to a high-pr

e in years. Ethan foun

red dress that had been gatheri

There she is! The

th New York's elite. And,

posing figure, his eyes scanning the r

cker, nothing mo

h, at something witty an old co

the kind of man Ethan's circle

named Peterson, lean in and murmur so

't hear it, was clearly dismis

him saying. The boundaries of his toler

Vance made

merald green, a dress that clung to her every cu

er eyes fixed on him, a pre

possessive caress. "Ethan, dar

d almost im

just there for Ethan.

er billionaire, her laughter tinkling, her

htened. That carefully const

ened, placed a hand on Olivi

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rm tight, a possessive fire I'd never see

ou're doing?" His vo

tor, feigned distress.

oring me all night! Wha

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