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But just as the humiliation reaches its peak, an imposing figure enters the private showing room. “Touch my wife again,” the distinguished stranger warns with deadly calm, “and see what happens.”
The electricity between Abigail and this mysterious defender—hotel magnate Joseph Walker—is immediate and undeniable. But why would a millionaire businessman claim a woman he’s never met as his wife?
In the 8 weeks she’d been dating my son, Christopher, this was the first time she’d suggested we spend time together, just the two of us, a girl’s day out to Morrison and Sons, the most exclusive jewelry store in the city. They’re timeless, I agreed, my fingers hovering above an elegant pearl bracelet that reminded me of one my grandmother had worn, though I’m surprised you’re interested in vintage pieces. Madison’s laugh was practiced, melodic.
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