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Chapter 92: Jessie’s POV

Penulis: Nancii Agosto
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-02 22:13:44

After the monumental discovery that I may have a half sister, I decided to call it a night. Lincoln asked that Ivy take a photo of the document before reinserting it into my grandmother’s necklace again. He wanted to further investigate this and possibly meet with this woman to ask her a few questions about her previous relationship with my father.

But I was more focused at the moment on the heirloom that lay cracked open like a walnut right in front of me. A necklace so sacred to me, tarnished by my own husband. To think he’d ever have some sort of decency in anything of importance to me; was foolish of me. He’s resented me since the moment we married. And that resentment had only blossomed into full-on hatred - over something that didn’t happen the way he was told it had - over a fabrication by one’s self-deflection.

But that not what bothers me most. What bothers me most is how much effort he put into hiding this document. A partial government issued birth certificate with another
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