Beyond His Reach: The Girl He Cast Aside

never let me forget, not with words, b

gled up with the Thompson family business,

or perhaps guilt. I grew up in their g

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every note I played on the old piano in their sunroom. He was

tell him, to lay my heart bare, he loo

gentle but firm, "you're l

re than once, each time a fresh wound. He saw me

in her own right, polished, and publicly adored. He paraded her around, a bright, sharp shield against

the one overlooking the gardens. Then, I started to plan. I had to get out. I app

the sun my world revolved

utline in my head, the one I couldn't stop replaying, always had a scene where he came back, full of regret, claiming he'

d me into her study. She was the matriarch, a woman

evoid of warmth but not unkind, "I'

anged marriage. To Noah Eva

an. This will give you a clean break, a chance to s

social order. It was a gilded cage, perhaps, but also an

, the architect

ompson," I sa

ocating kindness of the Thompson household, awa