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“Rachel,” he said quietly, trying once more to sound reasonable despite the anger radiating from him. “You didn’t have to do that. You made a scene at your son’s birthday party.”
I met his eyes, my gaze calm as stone. “I didn’t do it to you,” I said simply. “I did it for Ethan. So he’d know that his mother isn’t someone to be ashamed of.”
His gaze flicked continue reading …
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