"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

win. The whole world knows Roseanne is madly in love

any woman be

"You? Dream on, pal!"

burst

Roseanne took half

left, all her important stuff fit into

closet was full of unworn designer clothes, the

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

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

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

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

heroine from a romance novel who saw

service? Do you take rush

a big clean-up.

Roseanne got into the taxi, heading straight for her best friend's

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