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of marital assets.”
Adrian read it once. Then again. The color drained from his face.
“No…” he whispered.
Margaret stepped closer.
“What is it?”
He did not answer. Instead, he called my number. At that moment, I was sitting at the airport with Noah asleep against my shoulder while Lily quietly ate cookies beside me. My phone vibrated. Adrian. I ignored continue reading …
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