"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

win. The whole world knows Roseanne is

why can't any woman be that

"You? Dream on, pal!"

burst

Roseanne took half an

when she left, all her important stuff fit into

of unworn designer clothes, the jewelry never worn, and she

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

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

felt it wasn't a loss. How many women could claim their youth was worth that much? She packed both items

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

from a romance novel who saw money

cleaning service? Do you take rush

clean-up. I'll pay

into the taxi, heading

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