DonutBetrayal

Aaron carefully removed the envelope from beneath the final donut and placed it on the table where everyone could see it. The elegant blue monogram belonged to Samuel Thomas, the wealthy businessman Sandra had spent years trying to convince Nora to marry. Even before the envelope was opened, Sandra’s confident smile faded. David lowered his eyes while the rest of the family sat in stunned silence, sensing that something far more serious than an awkward surprise had just come to light.

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