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When the final cards fell, Jonah’s pair beat the drifter’s ragged hope. The room exhaled, then laughed again, because laughter…

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Roman flinched, and she hated herself for the small satisfaction it gave her. Not because she wanted to wound him,…

“I watched my mother-in-law hand my house keys to my husband’s pregnant mistress and smile, saying, ‘She deserves it more…

Ray Monroe had done his best to dress for this world. His suit was charcoal and neatly pressed, the kind…

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Separation wasn’t written anywhere, but it lived in the air like an unspoken policy. She stopped near the directory, pretending…

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My mother stepped closer, lowering her voice as if intimacy could make betrayal tasteful. “It just made sense,” she said….

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Betsy stepped forward just enough for moonlight to touch her cheek. Her heart hammered so hard she thought it might…

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