Reborn to Marry My Ex's Enemy
The flashes returned with renewed fury, blinding Warren, who now staggered back, his hands covering his face as if he could hide from the truth now floating in the air.
I looked at him and, through the veil, my eyes met Nora’s. A silent understanding passed between us. The farce of the perfect marriage was dead. The hero of high society was now just a small, vile man, exposed before the world.
Warren looked at me, his mouth open in a mute protest, but no words could save him now. Nora’s venom had struck the heart of his empire. And I, clutching the bouquet of flowers that now looked like victory crowns, knew the show was only just beginning.
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