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She’s playing victim because I asked her not to interfere with my life.”
The refrigerator was empty. My wife’s hands were trembling. And upstairs, my daughter was livestreaming her new designer bag, bought with the money meant for food. “Dad won’t do anything,” Mia whispered to her boyfriend.
Brent leaned against the counter. “Your daughter’s been handling things while you were gone. Maybe thank her.”
I looked at him. “Take off my watch.”
His grin faded. “Mia said I could wear it.”
“I didn’t ask who lied to you.”
For a second, the kitchen became silent.
Brent removed it continue reading …
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