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a feeling.
Sabrina’s voice hit my ears with sharp certainty.
“In a few hours,” she said, laughing, “I’ll have the fortune in my hands. Twenty-two million. And by law, I get half. Michael’s so naive.”
Laughter erupted.
My blood went cold.
Someone inside said something I couldn’t quite catch, and Sabrina answered, breezy and cruel. “I’m filing for divorce.continue reading …
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