My Husband's Other Woman
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omputer. "I' m busy, Evie. I
ut Ch
fingers behind his head. "I knew this was coming. You' re being paranoid. I told
about the af
terical girl, Evie. She' ll say anything. Are you really going to
e, twisting it, maki
Julian. Things sh
I thought I knew. "Honey, you' re under so much stress. Your job... it takes a toll. You see the wor
ch my arm, but
etter think long and hard before you blow up our liv
echoing in my head. Think of Lily. H
buzzed. A message f
ud folder. My thumb tr
office. In a hotel room. In our bed. They
play, my hand shaking so hard
piratorial, the same voice he used t
could hear her giggle in the background. "It' s like she brings the morgue home with he
The sound was distant, unreal. All I could hear was his voice, severin
dn' t admitted it to m
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