The Home-Wrecker Was Her Lover

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eet toward the main en

and aggression, blocked my path. Before I could even react, he

fusion. I stumbled back onto the sidewalk, th

y were there in an instant, a

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ay about her relations

e was breathing heavily, his face contorted in a mask of righteous fury. He reached into his own

. "She told me she was busy with work meetings this

mond-studded sports watch. "She gave this to me

girls in the diner. Liam's warning. The empty house. The mis

the surface for weeks erupted. I didn't care about th

edding photo, and pulled out the folded marriage certificate. I

voice cracking. I held up the document, shoving it toward the near

ed their cameras from me to the certificate, then to a suddenly very pale Mark Jen

e was the mistress. He started to stammer, to try and take it back, but it was too late. T

you knew she

aving an affair

is bravado gone, replaced b

hloe' s security. They created a cordon, pushing the reporters back, and grabbed

t, cutting off the c

ned space, Mark' s panic quick

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e. Without a second thought, I swung. My fist connected squarely

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, pointing a trembling finger at me. "He hi

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me room with them for another second

ng. She moved quickly and grabbed my arm, her gr