Mistress's Second Life Revenge

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d five years ago, before

my throat as I unde

flat, demanding I authorize a quarter-mi

ney went to Chloe Sanders

ss, his brazen affairs, and finally, him locking me

leaving me to d

but he only scoffed, telling me to si

ness and warm smile solely for her, con

hand swung, cracking across my chee

hut, locking me inside, threatening a pri

d, fueling a cold f

o relive the same nightma

nce, only to face his baseless ac

just endure his cruelt

ts, my escape plan was in motion, and