Seeds of Fury: The Discarded Wife's Rise

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or reasonable. "Look, you don't understand business, the pressures I'm under

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had agreed. She'd poured her life force into his revival, calling in favors,

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sn't fit for the new Ethan Cole. The shame on his face

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