she pulled up to the Hamptons estate. Their anniversary

ouse was quie

ed in Sarah

owards the m

oman' s laugh

roze on th

shed i

Jessica Thorne, his executive ass

t slipped from her hand, thuddi

cold, now held a flicker of surpr

ling the silk robe t

, his voice smooth, like this was a

hoarse whisper. "Our

issive hand. "

led, a high,

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sica. "She' s not going anyw

picking up the fallen g

. it' s not wo

s. She wouldn' t let them

ing on me. On o

said, his lips curling into a sneer. "I'

erous concession, he said, "Look, I'

ed at him.

er you want. I' ll do whatever I want. No secr

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agree to that?" s

rrogance a suffocatin

like this life. The money, the status. What are you goin

ring, a heavy gold band. He

at it, t

It skittered across the polish

Sarah. It' s a goo

s arm going around her waist.