screen in our living room. Lily, small
d through the speakers, distorted by stati
unmoved, a dri
e said. "A little s
ease!" I begged. "I'll go
, a harsh,
ess to my lands, didn't you? For
a truth he'd always resented. My work had fas
hat dress was priceless, Sarah. A gift from a very im
ed with a crue
I said, desperation clawing at me
lunged, his hand cla
nches from mine. "You're my wife.
the wall. My head
ou can barga
e, and I crum
earns respect," he dec
ssion unreadable, but a hi
f his wealth, his ruthlessness
and Lily was pa
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