Love's Cruel Contract, His Endless Regret

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week, I pla

ed me with affection. He brought me flowers, complimented my cooking, told me how much he needed

encrypted file from her landed on my personal

ords, credit reports, and the key to it al

dress-up with my life. There she was, preening in the familiar decor of Room 207 a

e one Lorenzo gave me for our nineteenth anniversary. T

d vulnerable in the dim hotel room light. My silver fox, she'd writt

ttle, gloated about how Lorenzo's son was "totally obsessed" with her. Then, she tu

wer right now," Katia laughed, her laugh a crue

loaded everything-the videos, the photos, the comments-onto a secure, encrypted drive. There were videos of them at a Blackhawks game he'd claimed was a

t list for the gala. I came up behind him, resting my hand

e should invite Marco's tutor, Ms. Shepherd.

of a second, his back

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fact, we should invite her parents, too. And her principal, Mr. Thompson. It sho

ng meant walking directly into my crosshairs. I felt t

rned, forcing

course. That's a

ghtful, oblivious wif

cold smile of my ow

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