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Someone asked why Julia didn't recognize Sarah Anderson since she married her son for three years, I hope this chapter sheds more light for you. Looks like our ship is sinking, poor Julia and poor George. Hope Sarah sleeps better at night with all the wreck she caused. So, what happens next? Let’s find out together in the next set of chapters. See you in some hours time, Ciao, Tife.
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- The harsh reality of being married to a community dick
- Do we have a deal?
- Now when and where do I sign this contract?
- The wedding crashers
- Lying jumbo-sized sperm ball
- Walk of shame
- Where do I find a transactional bride?
- The botched blondie
- The informal deal
- What are the odds that ‘little J’ is Julia?
- Recipe to having the perfect marriage
- The Almighty George. A. Whyte
- Thirty seconds libido span
- Something borrowed, something old!
- Are you always impatient, Dolcezza?
- Never seen this dominant side of you but I like it
- Shush darling, that was rhetorical!
- You are a hundred percent full of crap!
- Coffee and muffins over breakups
- The cake topper
- The band, the decapitation? Must be omens!
- The impromptu annual fundraiser
- The third option!
- That might be a far cry, but okay!
- Oops! I had no idea I just opened a Pandora box
- A little peace offering
- Speak now or forever hold your peace
- Daddy of the year award!
- The clash of bosses
- What a dumb cutie
- The Unwanted savior
- Keep Julia out of that list!
- Consequences be damned!
- Remember, Tick tock says the clock!
- It’s my dignity at stake here!
- The cyber attack
- Bonnie and Clyde
- Now, there is my Bonnie
- So, what’s on my agenda for today?
- The anonymous tip!
- Midnight shenanigans with a bottle of scotch
- The confrontation
- How can I ever say no to you?
- The alleged bastard
- The coordinates
- My middle finger gets a boner each time I see you
- Now let's get down to business
- I couldn’t handle your family of crazies anymore
- This is strictly for the boss, I'm afraid
- Way to go Isabella
- Haunted past
- Echoes of the past
- The bad news
- Topping the chart from below
- Netflix and chill
- A harmless prank
- Jazz night
- Have I ever given you a reason to distrust me?
- You have got to be kidding me!
- To new beginnings
- I didn’t peg you as a church goer
- The celebratory dinner
- Kudos Jake, way to go
- A bargain with Malibu Ken
- And if it goes horribly wrong, don't call me!
- The red banner
- Flair for the dramatic
- Suspended from the chandelier
- Speak of the devil
- A sprinkle of bad luck
- There was never an opening window to fix us
- The birthday surprise
- The psychic from New Orleans
- Game on brother, game on!
- Marriage contract termination or renewal?
- The hostile corporate takeover
- The office rendezvous
- Woman Of The Year
- May the best woman win
- The big reveal
- Forty-eight hours earlier
- What a colossal mistake
- Nice to see you traded Sunday service for mob chic
- The deal with the Lesleys
- Time is up, George
- The feedback
- The artist and the muse
- The breaking news
- Do I stink so bad that I don't get a thank-you hug?
- Last I checked, people don’t just disappear
- The train wreck of a dinner
- I’d rather massage something else
- The PR nightmare
- The press release
- A glaring red banner
- The cat fight
- The rush of adrenaline
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