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“Elena, please. I need to talk to you.”
“Marcus,” I said, my voice level and calm. “You shouldn’t be calling me. There’s a no-contact order as part of the restraining order my attorney filed.”
“I have nothing,” he said, and I could hear tears in his voice—something I’d never heard before in twelve years of marriage. “No money. No business. No one. Everyone’s continue reading …
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