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CHAPTER 91: MY WIFE, MY REDEMPTION

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Jaydon

Grandma did not even wait five minutes before racing back out of the building. I rushed out of the car to open the vehicle door for her, my heart pounding in my chest. The moment I saw her, I noticed the tears glistening in her eyes. She was trying to hide them by bowing her head, but I could see the way her shoulders trembled slightly, the way her hands clenched into fists at her sides. My stomach twisted into knots, and I wanted to ask her what had happened, but I held back. I knew Is
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