The Late-Blooming Flower, Its Story Is Over

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I knew I was done for. Four years ago, after my fake heiress identity was exposed, the man came back from his unit. In his jeep, he took the most precious thing I had. The man who used to wince with sympathy whenever he saw me frown, his eyes bloodshot, gripped me by the throat...