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My Mother Called Me “Damaged Goods” at My Sister’s Baby Shower—Then My Five Children Walked Through the Door

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a queen beside her chosen successor.

At sixty-three, Vivian Ashford remained breathtakingly beautiful.

Her blonde hair was flawless.

Her cream-colored suit looked custom-tailored.

Her pearl necklace sat perfectly against her throat.

Nothing about her was accidental.

Not even her cruelty.

Especially not her cruelty.

The room had barely noticed my arrival before continue reading …

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