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Chapter 16: Dropping the Bombshell
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Regina’s POVThe meeting was about to begin when I felt a strong hand grab my arm.“Regina?”Maxwell’s voice was rough, desperate. His fingers dug into my skin through the silk of my dress. Up close, I could see the shock in his dark eyes, the way his face had gone pale.He looked like he was seeing something impossible.I wrenched my arm free and stepped back, letting confusion cross my face.“I’m sorry,” I said politely. “I think you have me confused with someone else.”“Don’t.” His voice cracked. “Don’t pretend you don’t know me. It’s me—Maxwell. Your husband.”“I’ve never seen you before in my life. Maybe you should—”“Regina, stop this.” He moved closer, his eyes searching my face like he was looking for proof. “I know it’s you. I know your voice, your face—”Alexander stepped between us before Maxwell could reach for me again.“The lady said she doesn’t know you,” Alexander said coldly. “I suggest you back away before this becomes a problem.”Maxwell’s eyes snapped to my brother
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