Marlena was mulling over paperwork in her office, not really paying attention. Her thoughts constantly drifting to John. It had been three weeks since John had told her that he slept with Hope and that her baby might be his. He had kept the secret for months, telling no one. They had fought terribly that …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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