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I could be wrong

Author: Favor V April
last update publish date: 2026-04-07 19:46:28

Gail’s POV

I stood at the window of the west wing, my forehead pressed against the cool glass, watching the black sedans line up like a funeral procession in the driveway below. I was dressed in emerald silk, the color of envy, or perhaps just the color of a woman hiding a suspicion that felt like poison in her veins. My hands were shaking so violently that I had to lace my fingers together to keep from ripping the lace of my sleeves.

I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to watch my brother throw his
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