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... lay sprawled across the leather booth, empty glasses scattered around me. Through my alcohol-induced haze, I could hear their whispered debate.
"Maybe we should call Scarlett?" one suggested, his voice barely penetrating my foggy consciousness.
She was my wife after all—at least on paper. It would be the normal thing to do when your husband drinks himself into oblivion.
"I don’t think that’s a good idea," another voice countered. "Ethan can’t stand Scarlett. That marriag ...
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