"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

whole world knows Roseanne is madly in love

any woman be that devoted to

"You? Dream on, pal!"

burst

past midnight, Roseanne

there three years, but when she left, all her important stuff fit into just one

unworn designer clothes, the jewelry never

only regret was the wall of professional books. Luckily, Roseanne had

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

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

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

some naive heroine from a romance novel who saw money

cleaning service? Do you

a big clean-up. I'll pay

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

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