“What do you mean, Mrs. Jackson this, Mrs. Jackson that?” Miles snapped, clearly flustered.“Babe, come on. Don’t say things like that.”He rushed to explain why Mia was even here tonight.“If it weren’t for Grandpa, I wouldn’t spend another second with her.“You don’t need to care what outsiders think,” he continued. “None of that matters. You’re my wife. The only one. I’m not going to marry her, not legally. The whole act is just for show, to keep Grandpa happy.”He didn’t even say Mia’s name. Not even once.Mia stood frozen, her face drained of color. Embarrassed and humiliated, she clenched her fists tightly, fingers digging into the fabric of the designer dress she had so carefully chosen, an outfit meant to show Miles how far she had come and how well she could fit by his side.She wasn’t unattractive. She didn’t have Nina’s bold, radiant beauty, but she had a gentle, delicate charm of her own.She had always believed that if she had been born with Nina’s privileges, rais
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