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"Sure, I'll do whatever my wife says." Edward, on the other hand, was rooted to the spot. His face turned beet red with rage. Jack taunted him. "Edward, are you going to chase her?" Snapping out of it, Edward's eyes blazed as he came after me. "Jennifer, you're my wife. You can't just walk away with him." Chloe was right on his heels as she begged, "Edward, you can't dump me. You promised we'd get married."

Edward smiled mysteriously as his eyes swept over Nicholas's cold face. "Let me introduce to you all my wife, Clarice Savas." "What? Your wife?" Mary had a face full of disbelief. "When did this happen? We didn't even know, and besides, aren't you Nicholas's housekeeper?" At this moment, she basically confirmed that Clarice was housekeeper Roberts, and hearing Mary's words, Edward looked at her with curiosity. "Oh? Is that so? Are you my nephew's housekeeper?"

"Let me start at the beginning." Edward Stone, she told me, had built his real estate empire over forty years. He had done it with ruthlessness and talent and the specific kind of discipline that doesn't leave much room for warmth. He had married Caleb's mother, Eleanor, when he was twenty-six and she was twenty-three, and he had loved her in the way that men like Edward loved — completely at first, and then with increasing distance as the ambition expanded and the marriage contracted around it. Eleanor had left when Caleb was eleven. Not dramatically — she had simply stopped being there, gone back to her family in Boston, filed quietly and taken nothing except her son for school holidays. E

Just tell me the truth, whatever it is. She thought about the woman in the photo on the bed and breakfast website. Grey hair, arms crossed, a smile that had learned not to expect too much. A woman who had built a life out of giving other people somewhere to land, while nobody had ever come back to tell her she had a place to land too. Cloe typed slowly, choosing every word. My name is Cloe Harlow. I’m married to Mac Harlow, whose mother is Eleanor. Eleanor’s father took a daughter with him when he left the country, decades ago. We believe that daughter was you.