My Fiancé Rejected Me for Being a Gardener’s Daughter Until an Army Commander Saluted My Father

him out of the apartment. She told him I resented him, that Arthur and I would have been happy if he had not existed. She built him a version of me in which I was the intruder, and she built it patiently, over years, while I stood on the outside hoping he might one day notice I was trying to love him.

But there was one thing Eleanor did not know.

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