My Husband’s Pregnant Mistress Exposed Who Paid for Their Hotel

the people who couldn’t protect themselves.

Robert looked across the room at me while Emma played with the buttons on his shirt.

“You doing all right, Sarah?”

I watched Noah take three unsteady steps toward his sister.

Then I smiled.

“We are,” I said.

And for the first time in a very long while, I meant every word.

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