The Wife He Paid to Leave
I pulled my hands out of my pockets and held them up to the light.
Strong hands. A callus on the middle finger. A burn scar from a soldering iron.
Those hands were not hers. Nobody could copy that.
End of Chapter 8
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveI pulled my hands out of my pockets and held them up to the light.
Strong hands. A callus on the middle finger. A burn scar from a soldering iron.
Those hands were not hers. Nobody could copy that.
End of Chapter 8
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