Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Do you want to my wife?" He always knew what she wanted but never offered it freely.

Murray offered, "I'll have my driver take you home."

"No need. I've called an Uber."

Cliff intervened, "Roseanne, let me walk you to the door."

Roseanne waved him off and turned to leave.

"Murray, look at the mess... I think Roseanne is genuinely upset this time."

"Nah, it's nothing."

"Exactly! How many times have they had a spat? And every time, Roseanne returned after a few days, acting like nothing was wrong at the next party."

"I bet five days."

"I say six."

tinged with coldness. "I bet three hours tops. She'll come running back

win. The whole world

woman be that devoted to

"You? Dream on, pal!"

guys burst into

to the mansion past midnight, Roseanne took half an

she left, all her important stuff fit

the jewelry never worn,

professional books. Luckily, Roseanne

check for seventy million dollars. Beneath the check was a contract for the property transfer at 72 Eastwood Acres. Despite being in the suburbs, it was conservatively worth twenty million. Murray signed both items during a previous breakup scare and tucked them away in the drawer, betting that Roseanne wouldn't dare to take them. Because to take them would

million? Suddenly, Roseanne felt it wasn't a loss. How many women could claim their youth was worth that much? She packed both items

take what he gives me? Without love, at

naive heroine from a romance novel

cleaning service? Do

a big clean-up.

keys in the foyer, Roseanne got into the taxi,