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The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

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heavy body would allow, refusing to break eye contact with Evelyn.

“I am not a suspect, Evelyn,” I said, my voice gaining a fraction of its strength back. I lowered the bloody napkin from my face. “I am a widow. And you are a monster.”

“You are a pathological liar!” Evelyn shrieked, the veneer of the composed politician entirely stripped away. She let continue reading …

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