No More Miss Nice Wife

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avel in the drive

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nant. It'

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ce him," Chloe sai

tapped the screen. Photos. Ethan, n

id. "He wants this ba

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e now, Sarah

s were cold

zed. Ethan.

small, cruel c

ect t

saw Chloe, then me, then the

loe... what'

t him, one hand res

me, his voice

an we tal

man I loved, the ma

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d. He wouldn'

," he fina

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and. Innovatech is huge now

eeled. Un

the words tasting like a

ensive edge. "Things haven't been... right between us

tried to t

eply. But this is... this is about the f

he was trying to

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baby. He told me you'd unders

everything. My youth, my m

a physical weig

then back to me, a pathetic a

o hurt you this

ng to Chloe's belly. Tha