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... h floor-to-ceiling windows and marble floors—everything money could buy.
Everything that should have been mine.
I stood at the window with a glass of wine in my hand—red, expensive, the same color as the rage burning through my veins.
My phone buzzed on the glass coffee table. I walked over and picked it up.
A message from the private investigator: Found something. Call me.
I hit dial, and he answered on the first ring.
"Ms. Monroe." His voice was ...
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