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“Second row,” he had told me. “I want to see you when I give my speech.” Now both cards were gone. June pointed beneath the row ahead. One card lay on the floor, torn neatly in half. My name was on it. Sitting in my place was Bianca Vale, my ex-husband Preston’s new wife. She wore a cobalt-blue designer dress and held her phone at an angle that captured continue reading …
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