Chapter 82 Lizzy’s Deadly Game

DAVID 

The faint rustle of leaves couldn’t drown out the storm raging in my head. My wife my Bella had been manipulated right under my nose. That gardener, a snake in the grass, had slithered into my home, whispering lies, feeding her doubts, and I hadn't even noticed.

“Why did you act like that t...

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