rk's office was stale, thick with the
e front of my simple cream dress, a dress I
ike a god sculpted from ambition, his handsome face
om the clerk calling our names, f
s more than pap
eft a clause in his will, a detail I'd known my whole life. Upon my marriage, my sp
sed to think it was a safeguard, a way to ensure m
murmured, his hand find
age, it was about him. A tiny, persistent doubt had b
h tired eyes, looked u
rd, Pres' s phone buzzed,
anced at the screen, and his face went pale
his," he said, al
s off, his back to m
u serious? Se
ared at it, then his head snapped up, h
he stammered, shoving hi
talking about? We' re ne
ergency. A real crisis." He looked around wildl
cocktail waitress from that club he frequented, a
already moving, pushing past a cou
n't lo
ust
done
e
mes again, her voice fl
ss suddenly feeling like a costume
d in my purse. A
out, my ha
in a bad way. That photo she
t, almost i
id she' s okay with you being a sister-wife, you know? Or maybe you could be a surrogate
Sister-wife. Surro
yes. The audacity, the cru
manipulative, h
d him, or the idea of him, shattered. In its
the power, the control. He' d use
me. He thought I
as w
ngly steady, scrolle
an
, grounded. He' d always been there, a quiet constant in my often-chaotic lif
ssed
d on the s
wrong? You sou
id of the tears that threatened. "I n
es wanted Sterling Global through me? He' d underestimated me.
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