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THE ALTAR REPLACEMENT I

Author: Tamara Love
last update publish date: 2026-09-17 14:07:16

STORY TWELVE: THE ALTAR REPLACEMENT

CHAPTER ONE

It had been three hours since I got sent the video of Jake pounding into his mistress—sent by the mistress herself. The video was followed by her sonogram. Three months gone.

The thing was, I was currently at the altar, standing beside the priest, waiting for a man who had been supposed to arrive two hours ago. Even then I had been willing to swallow what I’d been sent if it meant this wedding could still go on.

My engagement to the Stallion fami
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