Seven Years of Love Seven Minutes of Truth

Chapter 2

After the gala, Alexander carried me to the car himself.

“My wife’s asleep. Drive carefully,” he instructed the chauffeur softly.

still attentive and caring, he even leaned down to nuzzle against me while I “slept,” his breath warm against my ear.

Lying in his arms, memories flickered through my mind like scenes from a film.

Years ago, James Blake, my childhood sweetheart, had abandoned me at our wedding

Overnight, I became the laughingstock of Los Angeles high society.

That’s when Alexander appeared with his marriage proposal.

He explained that he’d just inherited his family’s corporation and needed a stable, suitable marriage to strengthen his position within the company.

agreed to our

Angeles, with fireworks illuminating

sworn never to love again, his unwavering devotion

heart.

I realized the jar I thought was filled with honey had contained poison all along.

yourself long enough, and it will

I murmured, feigning grogginess as

immediately adjusted me into a more comfortable

feeling unwell? I’ll make

home.”

his arm, using my sweetest voice:

act for seven years as an amateur, I could certainly do better as

clearly pleased,

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