I Locked Up My Husband's Clan

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ut I sidestepped and walk

main seat, cradling

bluntly. "Clara, since you'r

orce. This villa is yours. The SUV downstairs t

ng her coffee cup w

. "Clara, I've let you down. But we can't go on like t

words silenc

ze. Marga

illion? Margaret, how much was our

ce sti

from last month's project funds-did it go to your

went pale i

up from the sofa, pointing at me. "Y

that worker died on your construction site, was it really a

his coffee cup sha

ieking, "Clara! You lunatic!

under your nephew's name, right? The money you've been laundering every year-its interest could

rembled, s

, the man I loved

loodshot, as if he want

ou used my birthday as your password and wrote a diary for another woman and her child. You took the money my parents left me to pay off y

ord, his fac

ike a lover's murmur, "do you thi

began t

reaching for my hair.

back, do

nt, the door

n and again, sh

thed my red dress with a smile. "No ru