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over, his face wearing that familiar war
ut I sidestepped and walk
main seat, cradling
bluntly. "Clara, since you'r
orce. This villa is yours. The SUV downstairs t
ng her coffee cup w
. "Clara, I've let you down. But we can't go on like t
words silenc
ze. Marga
illion? Margaret, how much was our
ce sti
from last month's project funds-did it go to your
went pale i
up from the sofa, pointing at me. "Y
that worker died on your construction site, was it really a
his coffee cup sha
ieking, "Clara! You lunatic!
under your nephew's name, right? The money you've been laundering every year-its interest could
rembled, s
, the man I loved
loodshot, as if he want
ou used my birthday as your password and wrote a diary for another woman and her child. You took the money my parents left me to pay off y
ord, his fac
ike a lover's murmur, "do you thi
began t
reaching for my hair.
back, do
nt, the door
n and again, sh
thed my red dress with a smile. "No ru
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