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, but my throbbing cheek was nothing compared

silent. The physical pain of the two slaps he had just delivered was a sharp, biting sting. But what

supposed to sleep as husband and wife in exactly seven days. The bed where, just minutes ago, the m

ractive enough, that I wasn't doing something right because he could never last mor

ening to buckle beneath me, but I forced my spine

gagement ring caught the dim light of the bedroom, spark

nst my skin. I didn't stop there. I reached for the diamond tennis bracelet he had bought me for our last anniver

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, scattering across the hardwood, r

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reality seemed to crash down on him. The wedding. The merger. The massive corporate alliance our marriage was des

toward me, his hands reaching out, his voi

k this out. What about the business deal? Think about what this will do to your family's shares. Think about the press, the fallout! We ca

cheek burning, my lips pre

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would make me forget that he had spent half a decade deceiving me? He had looked me in the eyes, promised me forever, and planned

own refusal to speak, a wave of agonizing memories washed

ster be the same m

uld show up at my door. He was the one who made sure I never felt abandoned. When I caught that terrible flu last winter, he hadn't sl

He would climb into bed behind me, pulling me flush against his chest, and gently massage my lower back, holding me until th

gentle care-how could someone who took such beautiful care of me be the sa

he was a man who loved his cover story more than he loved my soul. He had cared for me the way someone ca

, his face pale, his hands trembling as he re

is touch as if his han

didn't cry, and I didn't give him the

from the floor, and clutched it to my chest. Without glancing back at Julia

stairs, opened the heavy front door of the town

uiet boutique hotel downtown, the adrenaline had faded, leaving me hollow and exhausted. I ch

finally let myself fall to my knees on the hotel floor, sob