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Chapter 42: The Breaking Point

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The invitation was a heavy, black card with gold embossed lettering: The Metropolitan Charity Gala. To the world, it was the night the Sterling power couple would solidify their throne. To Lila, it was a chance to finally push Adrian until he cracked.

She stood in the penthouse walk-in closet, staring at the dress Adrian had "suggested." It was a midnight-blue gown, high-necked and modest. Safe. Boring. A dress for a woman who wanted to disappear into the shadow of her husband.

Lila pushed it a
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