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The Mistaken Widow
Cheryl St. John
This book is lovingly dedicated to:
Dad, for being the best PR man a gal could want, and to Jay, for telling me I’m beautiful—even as deadline grows near…
I know what I have done is unforgivable…
All I ask is that you do not hate me. I planned to tell you the truth from the very minute I awoke in the hospital. But when I saw your grief, Nicholas, and when you offered protection and shelter for my son, I could not bring myself to speak the words.
I am not Claire Halliday. I was never married to your brother Stephen. I only met him that night of the train wreck. He took me in out of the rain, and he and Claire gave me food and dry clothing and shared their berth with me.
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