"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."

the door left ajar, his smile tinged with coldness. "I bet three hours

whole world knows

can't any woman be that devoted to

"You? Dream on, pal!"

burst into

midnight, Roseanne took

there three years, but when she left, all

full of unworn designer clothes, the jewelry never worn,

wall of professional books. Luckily, Roseanne had the content memorized. The medium was no longer

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 and tucked

Roseanne felt it wasn't a loss. How many women could claim

'Why not take what he gives me?

heroine from a

cleaning service? Do you take

big clean-up. I'll pay

got into the taxi, heading straight for her

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