"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."

ajar, his smile tinged with coldness. "I bet

world knows Roseanne is

can't any woman be that devoted to

"You? Dream on, pal!"

burst

Roseanne took half an hour

three years, but when she left, all her important stuff fit into

designer clothes, the jewelry never worn, and she left

of professional books. Luckily, Roseanne had the content memorized. The medium was

the vanity, and she walked over to open a drawer. Inside was a 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

many women could claim their youth was worth that much? She packed both items into her

what he gives me? Without love, at least

wasn't some naive heroine from a

cleaning service? Do you

big clean-up.

in the foyer, Roseanne got into the taxi, heading straight for her best friend's

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