My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

barely concealed contempt. “You just sign the divorce papers and move on with your pathetic little life.”

I nodded slowly. Let her think I was defeated. Broken.

“You’re right,” I said quietly.

Eleanor’s smile widened. “Finally. Some sense.”

“I should move on.”

“Exactly. Michael deserves better than—”

I tapped my phone screen.

Three options appeared.

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