The hot soup was boiling gently on the kitchen stove, filling the room with the sweet smell of braised beef and spices. I wiped the polished dining table with a damp cloth, set down two crystal wine glasses, and arranged the silverware in a straight line.Everything was neat. Everything was warm.Today was our fifth wedding anniversary.For five long years, I woke up every morning at five thirty to make sure Wilson had fresh coffee and a hot breakfast before he left for the office. I pressed his shirts, washed his laundry by hand, and took all the harsh insults his mother threw at my face whenever she visited.Nobody knew the truth about me. To the world, I was Phyna, a poor orphan girl who got lucky and trapped the rich Wilson Cross into marriage. But the real truth was simple. I was Phyna Lillard, the only true heir to the greatest financial empire in the country.Five years ago, Wilson Cross was just a small businessman on the verge of bankruptcy. I fell in love with him, hid my fa
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