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... he scrutiny of these men. When Eva died inside the prison, his name once again linked as the ex-husband, then hot topics began about her boyfriend.

"Eva is just my wife in name. When we got married, I knew she was living with her boyfriend, but I didn't know who. She and I are just acquaintances during a few projects, but our parents are good friends. My mom began nagging me to unite our family. But we never live on the same roof. After our civil wedding in New York, we went separate way ...

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