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You humiliated me.”
I could feel the old script trying to resurface: You made me do this.
I didn’t let it.
“I was disowned,” I said again, and my voice was almost gentle. “Talk to my lawyer.”
Then I closed the door.
I didn’t slam it. I didn’t need to.
The click of the lock felt louder than any shout.
I leaned my forehead against the door for a moment after,continue reading …
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