"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."

his smile tinged with coldness. "I bet three hours tops.

Murray's a sure win. The whole world knows Roseanne is

any woman be

"You? Dream on, pal!"

burst into

midnight, Roseanne took half an

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

clothes, the jewelry never worn, and she left

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

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

many women could claim their youth was worth that much? She packed

take what he gives me? Without love, at least

wasn't some naive heroine from a romance novel

Do

big clean-up. I'll

into the

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