The Unwanted Wife's True Legacy

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ay Ethan' s eyes would follow Scarlett whenever she was in the room. The way he dismissed my

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s asleep. His breathing was deep and even. The so

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ccess denied. Our anni

ind. I typed in Scarlett' s birthday. I knew

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pictures of us, of our life. It all felt staged. Fake. Then I foun

ened

a yacht in Greece. Candid shots, screenshots from her social media, photos he mus

ust a placeholder. A warm b

ore he died. They were my most precious possessions. Ethan had told me they were "accidentally damaged in storage" a few years ago. The note detailed h

email from his lawyer, dated last

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me. H

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