The Unwanted Wife's True Colors

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that was for obedience. For being a silent, graceful accessory. Enough to fund

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expression impatient.

t. To hand over the keys to my gilded cage, wi

suit, the indifferent set of his jaw. The

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given me. The fifty thousand dollars from the first year was mostly gone, to Liam's tuition. The subsequent annual payments s

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to a hug. "Good

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