Sold Myself to My Husband’s Rival
"No, miss. No one. He's been there since he was born."
My chest squeezed painfully. I swallowed hard.
"Thank you for telling me," I said quietly.
I ended the call and stood, my mind racing.
I told Jesse everything. "I’ll drive," he said, grabbing the car keys without question.
The orphanage was an old, crumbling brick building tucked away in a poorer part of the city.
Children played listlessly in the cracked courtyard, most too thin, too wary.
My heart ached just looking at them.
Then I saw it.
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