The Unwanted Wife's True Home

ome that evening, hours

with Ethan? Mrs. Albright cal

e down, his eyes sc

al mother. That I was ch

ctly styled hair."Kids say things. You know h

The blame alwa

nge the drapes?"I aske

or these things. The house does need

he problem. Or

as if she owned it. She breezed past me wit

he west wing is just dreadful

decorating

d after her

me console? Chloe never le

oed, ruffling his hair."We'll

hen, a triumphant

ranger in my own

unced inspection, her lips pursed in disapprov

" Eleanor said, her gaze flicking dismissively towards m

ion was clea

and I were married. He'd been"working late"

old friends catching up. Elean

nds the pressures of his world,

ack, more entre

hings Mark had bought me, claiming they were"j

breathtaking. M

ldened, bec

d a crash from the li

ttered on the marble floor. Ethan

t sounding sorry at

"Boys will be boys, Chloe. Don't ma

was the only thin

ouldn't let them see. I carefu

simple folk tune, was silence

at Izzy. The disc

was a performance, and I

arrived a few

ith a lavishly wrapped

You're the best !" he dec

small, handmade card I'd hoped he m

cornered me i

y. Perhaps you're emotionally unstable. Mark and I have been discussing i

. They wanted me gon

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