"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 hours tops. She'll come running back

The whole world knows Roseanne is madly in love with

can't any woman be

"You? Dream on, pal!"

guys burst into

Roseanne took half an hour

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

unworn designer clothes, the jewelry never worn,

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

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 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

wasn't a loss. How many women could claim their youth

take what he gives me? Without love, at least

a romance novel

service? Do you take

big clean-up. I'll

keys in the foyer, Roseanne got into the taxi, heading straight

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