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visibly.
She realized then what I already knew.
She was never a partner.
She was just next in line to be used.
I watched her look from Nathan to Vivienne to the ring on her hand.
Then she took it off.
Slowly.
Set it on the nearest table.
That small sound — emerald on glass — felt louder than anything said that night.
Part 5: My Mother-in-Law Walked In Too Late
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