His Gilded Cage: A Husband's Escape
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with cruel amusement, forcing me, her husband, to
ubtext was clear: "Show him ho
my father's mounting medical bills the chain
something ins
ed, then louder
declared, "Vanessa,
neered, "You always come crawling back. You
e times, I had failed, bu
d divorce agreement,
d flung it in my face, hissing, "Have you
ed, "Get on your knees, Ethan. Craw
ken, I knelt, the marble cold be
y studio, the phone ran
screaming, "Vanessa!
echoed through the wood, "A
re, and a prima
myself on the glass, and f
d and breaking my ankle, but I cra
a sleek black s
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ard it: "Mr. Miller... just
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f freedom washed over me, a f
line in my hand, and whispered,
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