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me.
I stood before I could run.
“She knew,” I said. “I married Evie because I was broke, scared, and selfish. I thought her house was my way out.”
Someone near the coffee urn whispered, “Sit down.”
Every face turned toward me.
I looked at him once. “No.”
Then I faced the room again.
“I sent a text saying, ‘Once she’s gone, I’m set.’ Evie saw it. She kept continue reading …
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