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Brace Yourself 

Author: Wealth
last update publish date: 2026-08-07 20:41:43

Roberta's POV

The car rode in silence all the way home.

I watched the city pass and thought about Nolan's face when the slap happened. The way his eyes had gone wide. Too young to understand what he had witnessed. Old enough to be frightened by it.

I'm sorry you saw that.

I meant it. I had meant every word I said to Millie and I did not regret a single one of them, but Nolan — Nolan had done nothing. He had sat in that chair with his tablet and his glass and his innocent, uncomplicated alivene
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  • HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET    Brace Yourself 

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