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this home, Jaxon. No one wil

you everyth

endan. In his eyes, I was merely a docile, quiet, undemanding wife who managed his household.

ion, took a five-million-dollar buyout, and flew to Europe. He waited in the rain for eleven

y. So when she brought Jaxon to him, Brendan felt like he c

und it utterly ridiculous. He was terrified of being abandoned, so he abandoned the child in my womb fi

desk, and dialed Jackie Wiggins. She was my closest confidante a

enthouse has officially been transferred to my name. I need

al; she didn't ask a single

buyers by Friday," she said firmly. "Are

I need

ense a single thing until the funds are sa

what I'm

dowpane. In four weeks, my pregnancy would start showing. M

k sounded a

there, handing me a sleek

of credit. There's no limit. Buy whatever clothe

my hands resting casually by the

tant title, Brendan's b

half-step forward, his voice low. "You

." I offered a subm

on visibly relaxed. He placed the titanium card on the hallway

at the activation slip. The emergency c

limitless black card with his first love listed as the emergency contact-he gave me enough money, gave me e

up. Jackie

the off-market listing. I'll gi

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endan's footsteps pau

ou on the p