the air, a perfect

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hat cracked the foundation of my world, sending me into a spiral of confu

ep, permanent scar on my soul, but it was now a source of strength, not weak

erving her. She shifted her weight,

ar me, Mark

witch flipped behind my eyes. A shimmering, digital number mate

150,

with an instinct I couldn't explain, what it was. It was her net worth. The money I had given her, the assets I had put in her name, the jewe

by his casual entrance. Now, I expected it. He was handsome in a cheap, predatory way, with a smile that was

?" David asked, his eyes flickin

er appeared above his head. This

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was leaving me for. Not a brilliant entrepreneur, but a con artist drowning in a sea of red ink. The "new venture" he needed capital for wasn't a

tone I now recognized as a tool of manipulation. "Dav

dollar figure, then at David, the negative twenty-million-dollar black hole. The entire pathetic scheme was laid bare before me. She thought she was

It was a cold, thrilling sense of purpose. In my first life, I had lost everything. They had taken my money,

A wave of clarity washed over me. The grief and shock from my past life transformed into an unshak