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The Wrong Man, Right Again

Author: Krystal Bahmz
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-28 23:37:23

I stepped into the room. The small room I supposedly used for reading, though in reality, it was more often where I hid interior magazines from Poppy after she decided glossy pages were perfect for “royal treaty paper.” There was a dark green sofa, a round marble table, a brass floor lamp, and a side window overlooking the garden.

I half-closed the glass door so I could still see Poppy through the gap in the reflection.

Sebastian stood on the other side of the table. His shoulders filled the ro
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If Sébastien is actually married again, what is she waiting for???? She is not a doormat, why can't she tell Adrian about Sébastien and ask for her family help??? why waiting for a man who cheated, married and never try to find her?? I am confused
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