The Fiancé My Rival Became

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his voice hoarse. "J

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, my heart starting to pound a

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o are you?

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Ethan. Your

love... my true love is Jessica. I

weight of his words, another voice,

kettle o' fish, sweet

hat voice. It

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. Buried three months ago

s a bell inside my head. He's playin' you, just like he did in that other ti

as I concussed?

g, lights flashing. They pulled Ethan

ut, I was dizzy, shak

ver, Grandma Rose ke

an? He's rotten to the core, I tell ya. Always was, always w

ered, more to myself than to the p

ld Nana Rose isn't about to let that sn

me around? Wha

the edges, maybe, but a good heart. He's the one for you, mark m

argued with since kindergarten? Gran

ghtmare. A very, ve

eal, and Grandma Rose' s voice, full of her usual Irish sass and