Burned Memories, A Wife's Fiery Comeback

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rrow itself. I stood woodenly beside the small, white casket, my hand resting on the polished wood, a barrier between m

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sleek chignon. She looked like a grieving friend, a concerned colleague. But I knew what she was. She was t

my whole body shook. "What is she doing here?" The wh

ainfully tight. "Aliana, don't," he hissed, his voi

dropped to one knee in the middle of a torrential downpour, soaked to the skin, just because he couldn't wait another second to ask me to be his wife. The Dexter who, when a rival f

h in the quiet hours of the night. He was the face, the brilliant CEO who sold my genius to the world. We were a perfect team. Then Leo was born, and th

my voice rising, cracki

aw tight. He was pulling me back from the casket,

hurch. My legs felt like they were moving through water. I stopped in front of Bristol' s pew. Up clo

o right," I

on my arm. "Aliana, I am so sorry. I c

ck as if burned. "He was in your care, Bri

a tear finally escaping, tracing a pe

was on every medical form, every emergency contact s

ll of protection. For her. "That's enough," he said, h

ouse," I blurted out, my last desperate

viewed the footage, Aliana. The camera in the

ulti-million-dollar presentation of mine, or "mistakenly" leaked a negative story about our company's reliance on a single "unseen"

. The one piece

asket at the front of the church. "Dexter, please. Thin

whimpered, leaning into Dexter's side. "I thought you c

plicitous face. But Dexter caught me, spinning me around and shoving

ckward, tripping over her own feet. She hit the st

side in an instant, dropping to his knees, his hands hovering ove

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air, sucking all the o

Dexter's lapel. "I'll confess. Maybe... maybe t

at me, and the cold fury in his eyes was something I had never seen before. "You will do no such thing. Y

st precious thing in the world, and carried her out of the church, l

ne buzzed on the hall table, a notification from a news site. A photo of Dexter, his face etched with concern, carrying a distraught Bristol

tive. I was the unstable, hysterical

igned for a large, unmarked cardboard box. Insid

ame impossibly blue eyes that were a perfect mix of mine and Dexter's. It was wearing a rep

ver me. I stumbled back,

ou li

phant smirk playing on her lips. She sauntered into the roo

aid, her voice dripping with mock symp

f my house

doesn't want a messy divorce to complicate the IPO. And this," she gestured to her

e. I flew at her. She didn't even try to fake a fall this time. She simply sides

mask of fury. He saw me, wild and dishev

n't he

of the blow sent me sprawling to the floor.

d others." He pulled out his phone. "I'm calling Dr. Evans. He's had a room wa

n in white coats enter the house. They moved

enomous whisper. "You will go to the clinic, Aliana. You will get 'help.' And you wi

I had loved, the father of my dead

me to get help.