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EMILY
I heard Mrs. Perrin's words, but it took me a moment to understand. I was Mrs. Wyatt Blake. I was Wyatt's wife. This woman said that she was his wife as well? Wyatt was as still as a statue as he stared at the pretty woman. She was lovely to look at. Her countenance was calm, her eyes direct but a little demure. She was so small as to be considered tiny. Her hair was sleek and pulled back neatly. Everything about her was...perfect.
Wyatt did not look like a man caught in a polygamous situation. From the way he stared at the woman, he most certainly hadn't seen her before. He wasn't trying to hide her from me. Besides, if he was married to this woman, Mrs. Perrin would most assuredly know.
"Hello," the woman said, her voice soft and mild. "I have finally arrived. I became ill o
