The Wedding He Lost

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d tired, annoyed. He placed a glass of water a

e flat. "You're lucky. It could have been worse. Why didn't you tel

d loss in his pool after his guards

e pills. Then

arm across the table. The glass and t

voice was quiet, but i

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t of my

something-surprise? confusion?-in his eyes. Then

enough to walk. I made my way down t

my mother had cultivated from her own prized collection, wer

nch, sipping lemonade. Sh

pollen allergies have been just awful with the p

nly marrying you to give the baby a proper name without a scandal. Once it's born and the talk dies down,

ottom

id, her voice a trium

nothing. The ice inside me

with fake panic. She le

me! Help! She's tryi

the soft grass, but directly into the sw

ud. He didn't even hesitate. He saw her in the water

cked across my face. The force o

inches from mine. "Get on your

e into the water again. I saw the madness in his

me go, his expression a storm of fury and confusion. He turned, dov

o her, and carried her back into the h

ek stinging, the tast

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made hi

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