The Wife Who Forgot

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ks were

own back, sunlight in her ha

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car, her face a mask of terror and determination, j

my life and

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nfused, vulnerabl

self as her devoted love, the ma

eliev

nger in her house, th

hat made me call Mr. Smit

twisted ankle

up on the s

, Ethan a possessiv

me, her expression no

she'd said, her voice

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say it to

ssing the weather, or a minor

e last bit of hope in

was, the Sarah who remem

as a stranger, and her casual dism

as constant, a low hum o

h, downto

mes Square-style,

ssful CEO Sarah Hayes

from a previous relationship he barely saw unti

man," the int

"Sarah Hayes is a saint for puttin

g to ditch the de

uch better for

er, and just watched, the city noi

s a familia

the to

Sarah used to love

thing toy Chloe, an old friend and no

n at her side, laden

. Her face

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s haras

rah, darling, perhaps he just coincidentally chose the same s

, while I stood there, feeling

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