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My husband dropped his glass. I’m glad to have you here. Follow my story until the end and comment the city you’re watching from so I can see how far my story has reached.
I should have known Fletcher was planning something when he suddenly insisted I accompany him to the corporate gala. In 25 years of marriage, he had never once wanted me by his side at any business function. I was the wife who stayed home, who kept quiet, who made sure his shirts were pressed and his meals were ready when he returned from his important meetings with important people.
I paused in refilling his coffee cup, the hot liquid trembling slightly in the pot.
“Are you sure you want me there? I don’t really have anything appropriate to wear to something that fancy.”
Fletcher’s gray eyes flicked up at me with that familiar look of disdain. “Find something.
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