My Wife's Betrayal, My Second Life
years of my life, my talent, my devotion. And
rate to climb the social ladder, I could
decades, my wife. Her face was twisted, ugly with
beside her, holding the empty gas can
d, a terrible
was conceived using Alex' s sperm through IVF! Aren't you m
fell from
niverse of agony. My last thought wasn' t of hat
opened
ke and gasoline. I was wearing a perfectly tailored tuxe
rong and unblemished by age or fire. I fumbled for my phone. The
he bridal sui
She was still in her stunning white wedding go
the cliff! He' s going to
vy hand landed on her shoulder. Her father,
no such thi
carried an authority
ding today, the Miller family will disow
ate, trapped fury. She reluctantly agreed, a choked sob escaping her lips. Mr. Miller ga
clicked, Olivia' s
d across my face. The sting was nothing compared to the phantom agony o
. "You and your pathetic ambition! You social climber
n my past life, I had tried to comfort her. I had held her while she cried for another man on
, and out of gratitude and a desperate, unrequited love for Olivia, I poured everything I had
her lov
nd, they set
ast trace of affection I had for the woman standing before me. T
o stay. I chose the famil
I would cho
the first time, I saw her clearly. Not as the girl I loved, bu
ng, her beautiful f
, my voice ca
t to go
d, stunned
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