The Secret Billionaire Wife's Spectacular Comeback

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heavy, custom-made mattress, gave it a brut

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mattress over the railing and hurled it off the balcony. I watched as it

the duvet, and the

are, tossing the expensive

shoved his custom suits aside. Stuffed in the very back was a row of cheap, brightly c

ngers. I marched out to the balcony and threw them over the edge. The clothe

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ants that I had paid for, her f

"You're acting like a hysterical, jealous housewife. Jack

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letto came down hard on the glass, shattering it

easured and deliberate, stopping o

he took an involuntary step back, her

family. My name is the only one on the deed. I bought this house. I pay the

rom her face as her eyes darted from the st

look at the captain

line on that pile of trash and burn it all. I want