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Chapter 13
Brielle I paced the room, thinking of ways to exact my revenge. Why did he bring me back here? To hate him a heir? Or what? To punish me? Stop me from living my life without him being the center of my universe? And what happens if he finds out the father of the kids? Would he take them away? Or finally finish his plan he and his mistress formed all those years, to take them and kill me? I’d rather die fighting than let that happen, and I wouldn’t let myself die alone. I needed a plan. A good plan. One which was sure to get me away from him permanently. But what plan was that good? The only thing I could think about was killing him. I don’t want the blood of my children’s father on my hands. I can’t believe I even thought of killing. I’m not him. I’m not Lydia. But I couldn’t le
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