“How can you say that? He wanted to marry you.” “Once, perhaps. But he never came looking for me. Never called or wrote a single letter.” “He wrote you a book,” Ashlyn reminded her pointedly. She nodded wearily. “Yes, he did. I remember the day it came. When I read the inscription, I thought he’d found out about Zachary—that he was asking how I could have kept his son from him. Then I started reading and realized it was just another attempt to paint himself as the injured party. He wasn’t interested in the truth. Or in me. It felt like a vindication, proof that he didn’t deserve to know. I’m
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do not for one second believe I've forgotten about this letter nonsense! I am convinced Corrine intercepted the letter!
