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Pack of Fallen Cards

Author: Nessa Ty
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-14 22:19:02

SHAWN

This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real.

Maybe I was in a dream, or trapped in some cruel alternate reality. Surely, that was the only explanation. My wife couldn't be S.N.

She couldn't be the elusive tech billionaire who had appeared out of the blue, invested in our company, and worked behind the scenes to support our growth.

Surely… my hands were sweaty and my feet felt numb against the carpet as my grandfather’s shouting rang in my ears. I could hear the murmurs of the shareholders
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  • Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!   Doom. Doom.

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  • Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!   Believe me

    ELARADamn this foolish man! Damn his stupid contract! And damn his penchant to be all-knowing!So, I’ve been so ruined by Shawn that I can’t see a good thing if it stands right in my face? Tsk. How dare he? And what exactly is the "good thing"? Him? Please! The only thing good about Killian was that he was Shawn’s rival, making him the absolute best tool for this part of the revenge plan. I’ve heard he’s just as shady as Shawn in business. So, what is the difference? If it weren't for my plans for survival and revenge, would I even be with him?“Sugar…”I wished to break his head. Really. “Stop calling me that!”“You know I can’t, sugar. Now, do you remember the consequences of backing away from the contract without fulfilling its content for at least a year?”I did, dammit! If I breached it, I would be his daily sex companion for three months! Of course, it had been strange seeing that clause in the contract, but because I was in desperate need of him as a partner, I knew I w

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  • Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!   Get out!

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