"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."

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

The whole world

why can't any woman be that

"You? Dream on, pal!"

burst

midnight, Roseanne

she left,

full of unworn designer clothes, the jewelry never worn,

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

over the vanity, 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 during a previous breakup scare

seventy million? Suddenly, Roseanne felt it wasn't a loss. How many women could claim

not take what he gives me? Without love, at least there's

naive heroine from a romance novel

service? Do you

a big clean-up. I'll pay

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

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