The Billionaire’s Pretty Wife
“Talk to me, okay? You know you can always tell Mommy anything.”
Rose’s tiny fingers tightened around mine, and then she whispered, “Mommy, are you going to divorce Daddy?”
My heart sank. The look in her eyes was so full of fear and uncertainty that I could barely breathe for a second. I crouched again and gently brushed my hand over her curls.
“No, sweetheart,” I said, shaking my head softly. “I won’t divorce him.”
“Promise me, Mommy. Promise you won’t divorce Daddy.”
A soft smile curved my lips, even though my heart felt heavy. “I promise,” I whispered, “I won’t divorce Daddy.”
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