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— Renata — and I thought it would be nice if you spent Christmas in Aspen this year,” he said. “Snow, skiing, a cabin. Just the three of us.”
My husband took my stepdaughter to Christmas with his ex and told me I wasn’t her real mother—so I chose myself, walked away, and rebuilt a life they never saw coming.
Alexander hesitated.
Mariana stood motionless, the coffee pot still in her hand.
