The Price Of His Choices
look what w
rm like a designer accessory. She was his assistant now, a position that seemed to fuel her sense
"I almost didn' t recognize you. Life must be hard without David' s cre
around the room, where my designs-and th
rise to
ca," I said,
irk playing on her lips. "David was just saying how he felt sorry f
help, Sarah. You don' t have to pretend you' re doing fine.
were a perfect match. Two people convinced of their
ica was there, a constant, subtle poison. She' d compliment my dress, then whisper to someone else that it was last seas
appiness. I was just an accessory, and when I stopped bei
d over me. I had escaped. I had spent three years building a life, a career, and
ting to? Did you finally find some poor guy to support you? I hope for your sa
d remind me of the world I' d lost. She had no idea
u so much, Jessica?" I asked
d. She sputtered for a moment, her perf
rly here to cause trouble, to try and win him back
vid, expecting h
d
a business event for me. I can' t have you making a scene. What
e saw me, the mother of his child, as a nuis
completely oblivious. They had no idea that the "poor guy" Jessica mentioned owned the build
e of the
s completely impartial. Only the highest levels of the Thompson Corporation knew that S. M
et, satisfying secret. Their power was a
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