We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back ( Billionaire Contract Wife)

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closing the file in

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?" I repeat

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you don't belong here - not in this company, not in

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tending not to notice her circli

"you can save your breath. You've alread

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design proposals. I might make a

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ld. But what you'll never have is peace. Because no matter how many

first time, her confidenc

a small laugh escaping he

I just stood up,

exist," I whispered. "Without me,

ed, her voice lowering i

our finger? Please. That ring was a transaction. You were the chari

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. You had your quiet, pitiful life.

perfume suffocating,

ust playing his role. And when he's done

reathe, to hold her

said softly, "why are you

le line s

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mly and reached for the

the handle, her voice

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embled on the

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my eyes, but I refus

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pen and walked out befor

-

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so hard I nearl

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d I stepped inside, wiping my

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