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Fantasy Of A Lonely Marine's Wife
….Isabella POV…
I am not going to say that the depths of Clayton's stupidity will end here today, for I know, and I have seen by the look on that face, that he is already plotting his next move.
Now I really hope that he will not outmatch his latest stunt, but somehow I know that he will always go one step bolder than the one before. The man is truly his own worst enemy at times, but I will give it to him that he is more determined than any other person that I have ever known.
And for this, I love him a great deal.
He has, regardless of having the burden of one non-functional leg, been trying to live his life to the best he can under his current situation. And on top of pushing his needs, the healing that he deserves aside, he has been looking after our baby and me.
So to say that I take my hat off him will be a gesture too simple, for I admire what he pushes himself through and does not once complain. Now here is where I am hoping ag
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