I stood in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection with a grin on my face. The name Mrs. Cullen had a nice ring to it, and it was a far cry from the name I used to go by. I twirled a strand of my long blonde hair around my finger, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me.I was getting ready for Cullen's party, feeling pretty darn excited. It was all for show, of course - our marriage was as fake as my blonde hair, but that didn't mean we couldn't have a little fun with it.I paced back and forth, debating what to wear. I wanted something that said "hot damn", but not "trying too hard". But then, a small frown creased my forehead.Cullen wanted an heir, and I needed to give him one. And then, there was my Spanish husband in Los Angeles. He didn't know what I was up to in New York, and Cullen didn't know I was married.I mean, sure, I wanted to secure my future and all, but the thought of carrying a child for him made me feel so uncomfortable. I had to find a way to handle th
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