A Second Chance At True Love

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ody had endured. I packed my small bag with the few belongings I had. T

he nurses' station. The two from earlie

he baby. And her husband hasn't visited once.

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e kitchen. A pan sizzling. T

sound, my heart a he

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his tone casual, as if I'd just returned from a trip to the gro

nd like that," he chided, completely oblivious. He still th

not the three months I actually was. He

o correct him. To

turning to go upstair

id. "Dinner's

f the plush cashmere throws from the sofa as if she were the la

he replaced it with a sickly-sweet smile. "Kiera! You're home. I'm so sorry to be a

g herself comfortable. Wh

urged through me. "Get out," I

el both looked

ded, stepping in front of Chanel protectiv

es cold. I looked at Chanel. "There's a condo down

affled. "How do you k

me before I was married, a place to stay when I visited

I couldn't look at their faces anymore. I

ner together. I made your fa

. I hated truffles. The earthy, cloying smell made me nauseous.

his touch as if I'd been

hour later, I heard the front door close. I looked out the w

The smell of truffles lingered in the ai

ry. "Mrs. Carlson, are you alright? Mr. Carlson

they had. T

rang. It

is feeling a bit weak, and it's late. I'm g

ng the night with another woman, in my apartment,

g up the phone before h