I thought I was living my dream when I married Damian, but my dream turned into a nightmare before the reception was even over. Three days later, I was burying my husband—only to come face-to-face with him behind the wheel of a taxi. My name is Paige. I’m 28, and just months ago, I was the kind of bride everyone envied. I had met Damian in a small café where I worked part-time. He was quiet, polite, always tipping well, always with a book in hand. I noticed him long before he ever noticed me, and when he finally asked...
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