Love's Bitter Truth
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led it a
reen in our Bellevue home. Her face was a blank mask, but
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, almost invisible mo
drive," she sai
to stop her.
driven her car straight off the Decepti
d sympathetic looks from her wealthy, image-conscious parents
y loved me, the successful software architect. I
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our wedding. The last was from the day
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. They don't understand. They just gave me a life sentence with his shadow. Ethan looks a lit
h 5,
my cheek to keep from screaming. I closed my eyes and pretended it was Leo. It's
22,
say he killed himself. He wouldn't do that. He w
had been a lie. I wasn't her husband. I was a stand-in.
y brain. The disgust. T
fully built structure of my
rp, crushing pain e
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heer, pointless
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