The Devil's Addiction: A Wife's Escape
Days later, Sarah returned, not for a fight, but for a quiet act of surrender. Ethan
, who was lounging on a velv
ment ring Ethan had given her spa
s to you now
was calm, dev
. Jessica admired it for a moment, then, with a sly smile, l
it, grinding her heel. The sound was sm
, not sounding sorry
some snacks. I'm craving that lemon tart
hifted uncomfortably but
Yours is the best." His attem
cipe they' d developed together, years ago. A bitter lemon, a sharp z
ba
ica took one theatrical
ed, clutching her belly. "I th
fell. The screen lit up, displaying the confirmatio
cation. His eyes, already wide with concern for J
one to Sarah, then to
ontorting. "You were going to make her lose the baby
Jessica int
ital! You, stay away from u
lone in the opulent living room, the sce
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