Too Late, Ex-Husband: You Can't Afford Me

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Genevieve's Georgetown home. The room had been cleared of its usual centerpiece. No flo

an academic conference in Boston. He had timed it perfect

ewhere over her left shoulder, as if the panoramic view of W

She simply watched him, her ha

od-red nail against the table's surface. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sou

hed, the massive diamond necklace around her throat glit

y, rasping sound. "It's a gener

d them. She knew what they said. They were an erasure. A legal document designed to nullify thirteen year

d hard to breathe. Jaycob shifted in his expensive, custom-tailored

as low, devoid of the hysteria

Yale Law School graduatio

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d with color. A deep, ugly red crept up from his neck. His hand,

ve laugh. She tossed her head

to do this? The cheap sentiment

Jaycob is an associate at Cromwell & Sterling now. His futur

e touched Genevieve'

tion hang in the

y past. With my savings. Wit

and this time, he couldn't lo

ho covered the funeral expenses

aw twitched violently.

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o falter. This wasn't the tearfu

ment near the firm, who gave you the keys to the house her parent

d. His head bowed lower and lower, until his forehead was nearly touching the

flinch. Her diamond necklace swung wildly, catching the light like a c

other woman. Her green eyes were placid, almost unn

softly. "No. I'm not

ble, making her seem to command the space around her. She walked slow

ed, a primal, guilty movement.

rs went to the simple, unadorned gold band on her ring finger.

, her voice still quiet but carrying a

d. She picked up th

front of them. And with a slow, deliberate motion,

was violent in the silent r

t a small, st

sbelief. He stared at the two halves of the document

from her fingers onto the table.

osing its softness, becoming as sharp and cold

ly at Carlee, her

? Fine. You c

letting the

ack what he owes me

chless. The sheer, unexpected force

re was no trace of a retreat in her stride. At the threshold, she

erful in this city. I know that. But

t with money or influence.

t small, chill

forgot. He doesn't

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