st. He walked past me in our Park Avenue foyer, his usual confiden

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yes, just mumbled a

t, the truth spille

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ustom-made bed, the silk s

ed up

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was flat,

h her." It was

thing. It meant nothing. I paid her

ike a bad

I'd loved since our New England college days, was talkin

voice was ba

deal than it is, Ava. It w

uch my arm, bu

efore the impact. I'd thrown myself in front of him, taking the brunt of the collision that shatte

ing to do with... with us, with our plans

perfect life, our perfect marria

n's apologies, his promises. He was more attentive, bought more

gship charity event. I stood by his side, smiling for the ca

otion near the w

someon

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ich was small, quickly contained. But the hero of t

nhalation. She was photographed looking pale and noble, a hand resting p

Ethan told

said, avoiding my gaze again. "Her family

nd

thing led to another." He sighed, a put-up

he same woman. The

oice rising. "I'll support her, the children, of course. But

seemed to

ful Wall Street tycoon, so

completely, or I want a divor

sive hand. "A divorce? Think of the scandal.

his perfect wife and his new fam

hill deep

ing, I packed

Ethan asked, a flicke

To a spa. I n

he wanted me to live. As I walked out, I left my wedding ring on the nightst