Married For Money, Divorced For Revenge

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ough the glass. My phone sat on the desk, face up, the messa

, before the inheritance, before I took back my father's name. She had been there when I got the call about

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in a cafe or a hotel room, waiting for me to panic. She probably

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her," I said. "B

ould have stopped me. He would have sent three men and a car with tinted windows. But I needed to look at her

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er. I didn't sit down. I just stood

ds," I said.

own. "Julian offered me a lot of m

salary. I treated

ed your coffee, Elena. I booked your flights. I listened to you cry about

y? You're angry I didn't te

u. I turned down two better jobs to stay with you. And you kept me in the dark about

felt weak. "So you s

e than I'll make in ten years. And you had billions. Yo

. If I had given you a bonus, if I had started acting like a rich woman, people wou

iped her eyes with the back of her

I had spent three years keeping everyone at arm's length. The only pers

id quietly. "I was scared. Tha

er eyes were red. "It

But we can still fix this. Yo

er sound. "You want me to

ctly. The records, the doctor's name, any messag

n will destroy me. He'll tell the police I

g me to come after you," I

offee cup. She looked at the window.

now," she

's eyes flicked over my shoulder and her face wen

e was wearing a dark suit and a gray tie. He w

" he said. "Mi

. Her cup clattered

e," I

h. "I'm here for her. She's been dodging my calls. I'm

g. "I told you I would gi

oice was soft. Cold. "I saw them. Next time you

gainst the floor. "I want out. I do

if you leave, I call my lawyer. You sto

nered animal. Then she reached into her bag and pulled out a sm

I don't care what happ

oor swung shut behind her. The cafe was si

eached for th

and over h

e the drive. I have the records. And af

he flash drive. I looked at th

," I said.

hone on the table, screen up. The recording app was s

face we

said. "And by Friday,

ade it three steps down the sidewalk before

stody papers. They're naming you an unfi

ing. The cars kept honking. The people kept walking.

forgotten

lost a fight

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