I found a mother and child sleeping in my bank after losing everything—until one document revealed the people who took it had made a fatal mistake

course I did.”

The honesty surprised even her.

“I researched everything.”

The room seemed smaller.

Colder.

She pointed toward the staircase.

“Do you know how many women wanted your attention?”

I remained silent.

“I beat them.”

There was no shame in her voice.

Only pride.

“Because unlike them, I was willing to work.”

My stomach turned.

Work.

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