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I had paid him well in advance to make sure the video played all the way through. One by one, the photos appeared on screen. Every single one showed Jasper and Fiona living it up abroad. Then, the final few slides hit. They were hospital consent forms for emergency surgery and an amniotic fluid embolism report, and on every document, the signature line for next of kin was blank. The last image was a photo of me, drenched in blood, lying on a stretcher as I was rushed into emergency surgery. The montage ended with a written statement that was over a thousand words long. It was my full account of every trip, every hotel booking, every time Jasper had snuck off with Fiona behind my back over th

I shuddered when he moved his lips in close to my ear and said. “It’s a nine tenths focus, are you focused, Alora?” With a shaky voice, I replied: “Ye…yes.” “Now visualize where you want to stick that dart into.” Instead, I visualized turning around and pulling down his sweatpants, then stick his dick into my mouth. Gosh, I could feel it poking my ass, that got me unbearably hot and bothered. “Have you seen the spot you want to hit?” “Yes…yes.” “Now aim, are you ready?”

I didn’t like being bothered with this nonsense, and I certainly wasn’t going to let it affect my life. Frowning, I gathered all the contents of the email, packaged them together, and sent them to James’s inbox along with one simple line, “Control your woman.” After hitting send, I shut off my computer and left it behind. Claire’s games and James’s attitude were no longer things I needed to waste energy on. Right now, I just wanted to focus on my projects and my own life. I wasn’t going to spend another ounce of effort on something so meaningless. After taking on a few new projects, my schedule quickly filled up. I was so busy I barely had time to even glance at the news back home.

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At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go