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“Please Trust Me,” the Driver Said as He Hid Me in the Trunk on My Son’s Wedding Day.

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all there—fraud, identity theft, bigamy.

“Come to the church,” I said firmly. “Bring Zoe. Bring these documents. My son needs to know the truth before he says I do.”

“Randall will be watching,” Brett said, fear in his eyes.

“I’ll arrange security,” I promised. “You and Zoe will be safe. But Blake needs to know the truth.”

Frederick stepped forward. “Mr.continue reading …

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