Winning Back My Pregnant Wife
Christian
Gavin is quiet, his eyes closed tightly as he sits on the weathered park bench in Wrightwood Park. His hands are pressed flat together in front of his lips, almost as if he’s lost in deep, silent prayer.
We’ve been going over this exact same puzzle for the last three hours. We started over a tense lunch, moved on to a few heavy beers, and now we’re just walking the winding paths of the park near his high-end condo in Lincoln Park. To get his help, I had to completely violate our sacred vow never to share real names—that ironclad wall we built years ago to keep our individual scams entirely separate from each other. Until this afternoon, he’d only ever known Genevieve as “Number Sev
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