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Now A Stranger

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-04-30 22:21:14

CELESTINE'S POV:

"How dare you," he continues, his voice rising. "How dare you lie to me like that. How dare you make me look like a fool. I married you thinking you were ordinary, thinking you were nothing, and all along you were... you were this."

He gestures around the room, at the silk walls, at the priceless furniture, at the fire crackling in the hearth.

"You let me believe you were a nobody. You let me treat you like you were nobody. And now I find out that you are a Valancourt, that you
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