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things to make her happy. This time, she's probably after that LV bag she saw last week. I'm already exhausted from lab work, barel

concessions, his gifts-they weren'

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I even

one at the restaurant with a

ayed out all night withou

f 104 degrees, his p

s made me the un

hotel. My phone pinged

with her finger, her smile radiant. "Mrs. Cooper, Professor'

so many years, I coul

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don't g

ce water dumped over me,

d me baby. He alw

stay was the one he couldn't

. My hands shook as

uzzed wit

and didn't sleep a

s in hand, I didn't waste a

wo plates of breakfast, the s

ever stepped foot in the kitchen.

sts were clearly

ath. She saw me and said with an innocent smile. "Mrs. Cooper, you're back! I decided not to go to the dorm

n't know you'd be back now. I'll make you a breakfast

home now? So you two can clean up the mess from last night's sex?" If I don't s

a's reputation? Can you take responsibility for that? Last night, Diana took care of me all

just the alcohol. This time,

even raising h

efore I coul

, I didn't mean to yell. You just went too far, and I lost my

forced a

d the divorce papers, signed with