The other woman was ME
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an in t
in her dressing room. The East Wing used to be her sanctuary. Now
using at the silver frame that held a photo of her and Damian on their wedding nigh
ey came, were brittle and calculated-like ne
e around her waist and mov
her eyes, the slight pallor of her skin, the perfection that no longer
for emotional disaster. You're handing him temptation wrapped in yo
believe she still had a place in her husband's life. So she smiled at events, wore the right dresses, sa
t more than that-she radiated something Ele
oaching footsteps
came soft behind her. Sh
her," s
d
nd
... co
sed. Is that what yo
dn't
polished to perfection. But there were shadows under his eyes. Worry li
tepping closer. "We asked her to do so
her gaze. "
e. Too
e whispered. "But I hav
move. "You
r rising. "Because I c
ightened. "Tha
n't
e, years of heartach
aid, "Dinner
ys-with the mirror, and the m
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