After One Night With His Mistress He Came Home Smiling But His Pregnant Wife Was Already Boarding A Private Jet

quiet oceanfront house outside Charleston, South Carolina, owned by one of Alexander’s companies and hidden behind dunes and live oaks. The air smelled of salt and sun warmed wood.

For two days, Clara did nothing. She slept. She ate toast with honey on the porch. She took calls from Marianne. She ignored every headline that began with her name.

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