Marrying my sister’s husband 22

Marrying my sister’s husband 22

Chapter 221 

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His face looked found, like ta tong 

I actually logrando 

Tras to put you we 

You left my plan pilastrave pomos kantoMME 

never 

Nick finched, but i64 

You don’t love 

even of thing for eten, the home, your farealy Yearlandten having to Madame finger but you never loved me I’d never bean in 15 

But in five years of 

Throne, always distant, at 

to that life. I won’t let you do 

He sat in judgment 

shing on

around 

my waist, soddeng all over again

Mom, don’t go Please, stay nad po 

Hooked down at her, bet fet nothing to anger to softness just emptiness 

I didn’t hate Jayden He was just a child too young to 

closed doors. He only knew to admire strength

whispered behind 

I never be 

od enough 

ildbirthno, they damed I had something to do with it, that 

But the rest of the Ambrose, had looked down on me from the start. To them, I for Nick or worthy of being beyden”s mother. They gomp 

scherned her death just 

They 

passed away they said 

ad being nurturing, plotted to han 

One lie after another and every single one made its way to MicG. BA in the Ambrose Family, no one wanted to hear my side of the story 

Jayden, raised in that kind of atmosphere, slowly began to look an his mother’s place. To tam, I wasn’t farraly 1 was the enemy 

  1. ne. And once I lost my footing 

He started to believe that I was the villain who stole 

I was the one who raised ham. I knew that boy better than anyone in the world. I could feel that deep down, as much as the hajad me, he couldn’t let inego. He past didn’t know it pert 2

Jayden sobbed harder, has tears soaking into the fabric of my pants. He looked so small, so pitifulbut not even that could stir the slightest ache in my chest 

I gently pushed far away and said quietly, Jayden, you know I’m not your mom. Your mom is Glanna. Don’t forget that 

promised you all that I wouldn’t come back to the Ambrose house and I’ve kept my word. Thope you’ll keep yours too. Don’t come looking for me ajen

Then I turned to Mrs. Fusco, who had followed us out and was standing neady. I gave her a polite nod and said calmly, Tve done what you asked me. But staying that’s the one thing I can’t do Please, taka Jayden

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Marrying my sister’s husband

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