Divorced And Disgraced: My Spectacular Comeback

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ss of the unfamiliar hotel room. A notification exploded acros

ey Star Jefferson Mann'

ers, I tapped the link. A high-resolu

essing heavily down on me. The camera angle was perfectly, cruelly

aw, broken gasp. The phone slipped from my

a harsh, horrifying focus. I wasn't in the a

my lower body, forcing a scream back down my throat. Silk sheets slid

e pristine white sheets. The air around me was thick wi

emples. Fragments of last night

e perfect, dutiful wife. My stepsister, Falon, handing me

e," she had purr

lights. A man's heavy breathi

ugged. I had

ater. I had to leave. I had to fi

the floor, my hands shaking so vio

ghs and the sharp twinge deep in my stomach were m

ust closed around the cold metal handle w

en, nearly knocki

ssed in the same tailored suit from the gala. But the loo

him, her arm linked intima

pilling over my cheeks. I reached for him. "Thank

He stepped back, letting my hand f

tear-streaked face, and the hotel robe. H

e snarled, his voic

ed hand flying to her mouth in mock horr

o Jefferson, looking up at hi

aw her sneaking off with that man, but I didn't want

ked out, staring at her in disbelief. "It

, stop lying! You're breaking his heart! You get caught sp

laire," Jefferson cut in, his

me by acting like a complete slut whil

" I sobbed, feeling the walls closing in on me. Th

hed out, pretending to fix the collar of my robe. As she leaned in, the

e whispered, her voice

to was perfect, wasn't it?

s went wide as the horrif

alon's champagne. The mi

old, calculating eyes, I realized he had wa

gs trembling so hard I could b

eply, a chaotic roar erupted

e she

ve a comment on your

an in the room

their cameras like weapons. The flashes bega

instinctively throwing my

husband perfectly posing for the cameras, while F

hite light swallowed my world was Falon's