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CHAPTER 13 Spite

Author: Olivia GW
last update publish date: 2026-06-16 10:41:03

(Nate’s POV)

Alexis was in my study. She shouldn’t have been—I locked it when I left, or thought I did—but there she was, behind my desk with Reed’s folder open in both hands.

She was holding the photographs.

“Where did you get these?” I asked flatly.

“They were on your desk, baby.” She didn’t look up. Her thumb pressed into the glossy print where Eric Atwood’s hand sat on my wife’s back. “She went to Eric. She actually went to him! I’d been thinking that mystery woman in the news looked like h
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