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Chapter 11 A NARROW PATH CROSSED

Author: regalsoul
SERAPHINA'S POV

I fled to the parking lot, hating the hot tears that streaked down my face. Kieran was unbelievable. He asked for the divorce. Why was he acting like a jealous husband who’d caught his wife in an affair?

If he was here on business, he knew exactly what OTS was. Yet he’d painted me as some desperate, foolish woman throwing herself at a stranger. Had he considered, even for a second, the rumors he’d just ignited? How his public display of that kind of guess would fuel whispers if I
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