A Billionaire's Calculated Revenge

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he last sound I heard my wife Chloe and her lover Carter laug

ens, a scholarship project," after I'd giv

before me, her hand still stinging my cheek from

g M&A project was publicly handed to Carter,

y kind gesture I now knew was a slow, mind-numbing poi

cheme, making me doubt my own competence

rusting, to the depths of their calc

ng with love or fear; it thrummed wi

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