Mr. Wilder wife is a madwoman
Then, slowly, she lifted her hand and removed the tinted glasses.
Her eyes-cold, sharp, merciless, locked onto Duke.
Her expression did not soften.
Did not crack.
Did not melt the way it had in her first life.
She simply stared.
Duke, trembling under her gaze, looked like a man awaiting execution.
Rose inhaled.
Then began her vow-
the same vow she spoke in her first life,
before heartbreak,
before lies,
before madness,
before death.
Word for word.
But now, her voice drifted through the garden like a winter wind-
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