Beyond the Fire: A Wife's Ultimatum

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fe. It turns out I was just a supporting character with a bad case of main-character syndrome." I let out a

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n, Chloe, to be redecorated. He said the color of the walls was 'to

ith a chef in France to have her favorite macarons flown in. Meanwhile, Mrs. Miller.

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ough the door, full of apologies and explanations. I had been waiting for him to tel

k Thompson, Ethan's loyal but kind-hearted assista

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astries for her. The absurdity of it was more painful than any grand

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