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Fromholz could hardly believe it was real. The love of his life, Morgan Sears - dead. Like someone had wrenched his heart out.
The trial went by in a blur; he could hardly tell what was going on, only the frowning faces of the attorneys as they questioned him mercilessly. So cruel was the world, that he hardly had the time to mourn Morgan's passing - oh, and to hear those prosecution attorneys drone on coldly about his murderous intent.
I would never do that to my babygirl Sears. Never.
Only one thing was certain. I hate you, Alden.
The one person that he thought he could trust on Recipe for Success - the one person that Fromholz had entrusted with the secret of his and Sears' complicated past - had testified against him.