"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."

glanced at the door left ajar, his smile tinged with coldness. "I bet three hours tops. She'll come running back

Murray's a sure win. The whole world knows

why can't any woman

"You? Dream on, pal!"

guys burst into

mansion past midnight, Roseanne took half

left, all her important stuff fit into

of unworn designer clothes, the

Luckily, Roseanne had

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

years for seventy million? Suddenly, Roseanne felt it wasn't a loss. How many women could claim their youth was worth that much? She packed

gives me?

some naive heroine from a romance novel who saw money as

service? Do you take

a big clean-up.

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

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