The third month after my husband left the estate, I didn't take a lover. I became addicted to a filthy phone call that came in every night at midnight. Wait — the man with that depraved voice — was that my own stepson?
The third month after my husband left the estate, I didn't take a lover. I became addicted to a filthy phone call that came in every night at midnight. Wait — the man with that depraved voice — was that my own stepson?
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