The Don’s Secret Wife
I remembered a time, after I'd dragged him through a hail of bullets, he'd told me, "This is what I love most about you. You never back down."
Another lie.
"Blair," I said, wiping away my tears, my voice calm again. "There's nothing left for us to talk about."
He paused. "You said the wedding..."
"That's right. The wedding is still on," I said, my gaze shifting from his gloating little actress of a wife back to him. "After six years, I deserve a goddamn spectacle, don't I?"
Now, I couldn't wait for the wedding.
I couldn't wait for this farce to be over.
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