The Wife Who Erased Us

ighter, his gaze

ow for what

gentle smile was a mask. Behind it was the m

You look pale," she sa

ing Leo back with

d, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face

id, his voice rough.

her he loved her, and promised to take good care of Leo while she

arly now. The little signs

asked who it was, she' d said it was an old art school friend, offering condolences about her si

osen to t

nd, Mark, pulling him aside

with Olivia. She was asking me all these questions about my cousin who w

defended h

was engaged to a rich guy. She' s probab

o wrapped up in the image of the struggling artist who loved h

ark had called him.

, he had helped her pack it. He remembered her carefully foldin

"Daniel-her fiancé-insists I wear it to the

l dress. It was an audition outfit. An out

t in the art world' s high society, her offhand comments about how "some

out their dream. It was about her ambition, and he

miss my bus," Olivia said, her voic

Leo. "Be a good boy

ous, gave h

han, puckering her li

hing his made his stomach churn. He turned his

elt

irritation in her eyes again

r," he said,

"What di

king her straight in the eye. He saw a flicker of

is morning?" she asked, her tone

expression. He couldn' t reveal what he knew.

ed to decide it wasn' t worth delaying her tri

door, closing it

. The moment he heard the front door of the building clos

life would be different. He wouldn' t be the victim. He wo

e. And he would make Olivia Reed pay for everythin

le tune. The sight of his son, happy and safe, solidified hi

no time

ed in two years. It was the number for the lawyer who h

marketplace. He took a few quick photos of the too

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t 'p

s over. It was