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My husband’s mistress showed up at my door and said, “I’m pregnant with his baby, and we need this house to raise our family.”

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toward her. “Rachel?”

She recovered fast, but not fast enough. “I just heard things around the office, Tyler. Don’t be ridiculous.”

Margaret reached into her tote and slid a single folder across the table.

“Then perhaps you can explain this,” she said.

Rachel went very still.

Tyler picked up the folder before she could. He opened it.

“Then perhaps you can continue reading …

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