The Billionaire's Regret: My Tortured Ex-Wife

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d no humor, only agony. She held up her maimed han

ustice, Isaiah! Is it enough? Does this finally pay for Clementi

e filthy mattress on the floor. He felt

words were a prayer and a plea. "I

ou just had to put me in the cage. You threw me to the animals, Isaiah. Your name,

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or. Solitary confine

ly devoid of emotion. "Protection money that Danny couldn't pay. So they took a

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the reality of what he was hearing. He collapsed to his knees, gaspi

ompanies. He had ruined lives. But he wasn't a bu

with his name and his hatred, had he loaded the

-streaked face and bleeding soul, she looked like a v

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, at the ruin he had made. He saw past the anger to the terror beneat

s. His son had watched his mothe

tand. His legs were shak

ney. Not with words. The finger w

ned an

rds in the hallway, their questions dying on their lips when they saw h

ctoria was there, holding a struggling Ho

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answer. He sla

amed at the driv

basement door remained a dark, accu

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raw and unhinged. "I don't care who you have to bribe or threat

, his eyes closing. He could still

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