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marble lobby floor as she fled, mascara smudged and shame clinging to her like second skin. She left Monaco

ame crashing down. No glitter. No champagne. No Dax St. James. Just

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she said. "I want the truth

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tinted windows rolled halfway down. A woman i

n the sonogram

picked up

. "You're gonna