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stand. “It’s part of the truth.”
The room went silent.
I faced the crowd.
For a moment, all I saw were faces: curious, confused, entertained, uncomfortable.
People love a scandal when it happens to someone else.
“My name is Natalie Whitmore,” I said. “I was Adrian Whitmore’s wife.”
A murmur passed through the room.
“Six months ago, I buried my husband. The continue reading …
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