Divorce My Best Friend, Carrying His Baby
In Addition to the fact that Amanda is still in prison for the murder of my father, the only way to clear my name is to tell the truth to the public.
The door swung open, and my daughter, wearing a pink dress and bunny hairband, entered. Behind her was Emily, chewing a gum.
“You know you should get yourself a car. I’m not your driver.”
I faced her and smiled. “Thanks, Emily.”
She rolled her eyes and looked at my daughter. “Love, your mommy has a meeting today, so you’re coming with me. Is that okay?”
I looked at Emily worriedly. “Emily, Klay is still…”
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