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trashy tabloid, not a term that had any place in my carefully curated life. But a heavy, cold dread set

back in control. "Damian's contract with the hospital is up for renewal

Ains, are you okay? You're not thinki

r. But my voice remained steady. "No. I'm being perfectly rational. I need the best divorce

tence on a prenup. I had been so sure, so naively certain, that Damian's love was

ed. A message

ger. Casey' s son is sick, he has a high fever.

r. It's my

trying to p

my fingers flying

n't

want you out of my

n mark, followed by a string o

everything? You' re pushing

his happen? Then you've

ing. Instead, I sent

or worse, in sickness and in health, I will honor you and cher

d. A moment later, a red exclamation mark ap

dn't break any further, splint

popped up on my socia

cce

g on the edge of a bed, coaxing a little boy to take some medicine. He was smiling, his face softer

He's so good with kids,

out your little performances. The only thing

meeting with my head held high. Graham met me at the d

n you think," h

haking so badly I could

a cosplayer at anime conventions, specializing in "sexy maid" outfits.

replied. The flirtation had been long, patient, and calculated. She

cords. From the wee

from a private account Damian held, totaling h

r two weeks ago, the day after I left for Swi

of rage and pain. But my voice

asked Graham, referring to the major medical

's the k

amed? To other hospita

with growing alarm. "Ainsle

ittle smile. "I'm goi

towards the auditorium, the file