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room holding a newborn with another woman. I was four months pr
asted our wedding were congratulating him on another woman's child, their gazes sliding right past
our son." The stress brought on sharp, agonizing cramps, but when my husband, Dant
s who had just given birth. Through a haze of pain, I watched him s
own baby's carrier and screamed that I had attacked her child. Dante believed her without question.
with his mistress, not to see if I was
n he married died. And in he
pte
phin
ere weeping light onto the scene of my life's demolition
n cradled in another woman's arms, a look of paternal ten
with his heir, the child meant to solidify the alliance betw
ect Underboss's wife. Instead, I was a ghost at my own pa
spect, now swarmed him and his new family. Their eyes slid past me,
und a secluded alcove
r voice was sharp, cut
he words catching in my thr
Elizabeth Hayes, finally hissed. "I knew it. My sources confirmed it th
from my lungs. He hadn't just cheated. He had built a
raw, ugly sob escaped my lips. "Tha
ned to steel. "You are not a victim. Do not
No. I would do more than handle this. I would burn his world to the ground. Just as I took a step
? You look
perfect picture of maternal radiance, her eyes

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