"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."

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

win. The whole world knows Roseanne is madly

why can't any woman be

"You? Dream on, pal!"

burst into

mansion past midnight, Roseanne took

but when she left,

of unworn designer clothes, the jewelry never worn, and

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

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

Roseanne felt it wasn't a loss. How many women could claim their

thought, 'Why not take what he gives me?

a romance novel

cleaning service? Do you take

clean-up. I'll pay

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

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