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in Malibu.
The call came at 8:00 p.m. on my first night there.
Eleanor’s voice dripped with entitlement.
“We’re moving in tomorrow. Marcus said it’s fine. If you don’t like it, you can find somewhere else.”
My hands shook as I gripped the phone, but I kept my voice steady.
After everything I’d sacrificed, after building my career while being treated like continue reading …
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