ortgage, the foreclosure, Mark' s demand to sell my clinic, the forged documen

her end of the line. Then, my moth

man. He' s trying to build an empire for his family. For you a

e? Mom, he mortgaged the house you gave

u need to be his rock, not another one of his problems. T

he rot underneath. They saw a visionary, and I was just the difficult, ungrateful wife standing in hi

to be a victim. I opened my laptop and typed a p

ial fraud and forged corporate documents. Prefer someone willing to discuss p

clinical. But it was

a message from Sarah. It wasn' t a lawyer reco

ere clinking champagne glasses, the city skyline sparkling behind them. Mark' s caption read: "The future is bright

ic for. He wasn' t just replacing my financial support; he was rep

rk. His voice was smooth, lace

lawyer. What' s all this? We can work this out. We don' t need to g

textbook, it was almost laughable

oice like ice. "And we have nothing to wor

efore he co

. My grandfather' s eightieth birthday is this weekend. It' s at the family estate. The entire family will be there, all of my business associates, my

oing anywher

state, that you are an unstable, vindictive woman who abandoned her husband and is an unfit mother for our sick child. I wi

rrative one last time. But as I listened to his ugly, de

ew partner, Isabella. They would all be in one place. It wa

ss my face. It felt fore

ng with a sweetness that was pure acid. "We' l

divorce was happening. This was just my chance to burn hi

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