"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."

door left ajar, his smile tinged with coldness. "I bet three

sure win. The whole world knows Roseanne is madly in love with

woman be that devoted to

"You? Dream on, pal!"

burst

past midnight, Roseanne took half

when she left,

clothes, the jewelry never worn, and she left it

was the wall of professional books. Luckily, Roseanne had the content memorized. The medium was no

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 was conservatively worth twenty million. Murray signed both items

loss. How many women could claim their youth

what he gives me? Without love,

a

cleaning service? Do

big clean-up. I'll pay

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

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