The Baby, The Billionaire And The Ex-husband's Ruin

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oo and told me that they had prepared my room in t

nt to disappoint my friend, but at t

key into the lock. I have told her several times that

es on the chair from exhaustion. I sit beside

tell me what happened?"

ing myself to tell Dee the full story. I don't say

he room at the end of the hallway on your right. There's food in the refrigerato

t her. She grabs her keys off the table and s

spaghetti-like she told me to, and wa

n the bed with the plate in my hands. After the first fe

rnight bag and p

hat day in the hospital and refu

om business associates, my architectural team, and the p

ng topic is my name and there is a video attached to

and Dominic's face ap

crowd die down as h

"Mr. Lancaster, what happene

ng his head as if he's in pai

ficulties for a while now but... I neve

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back. "Sir, there are rumours that

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ink.

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you mea

any data to a rival firm. I only found out after extensive internal investigations. My legal

tight and I c

he committed corp

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be pressin

make this uglier than it already is. Ariana was my wif

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me as a traito

it burned me and it bounces before fa

to fill me as

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step out of my r

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n't ha

my room, yanks the blanket off me

enough,

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know it hurts. I know you feel like the whole

yes. "What'

ghting back. Dominic is trying to r

where to start."

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ng what she said i

appointment

office. The receptionist eyes me with pity before leading

't sugar

ing." He flips through the company papers tha

ights to the company,

hat can't be right. I he

lly, you don't own a single sha

mble. "So wh

scenario? You walk away with whatever assets are in your personal accounts.

on is alrea

lump in my throat. "Th

office, camer

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ved in my face, cam

u really sell c

lanning to

to settle amicably. Wil

through, my

itter ex-wife,"

money!" anothe

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m the door shut, gripping the steering wheel as I try to c

and drive home, my vision

se, something is sitti

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