Right after our divorce, my ex demanded my black card for his mistress—but when I blocked it, his family’s pride shattered in front of everyone

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“What nonsense,” Alejandro muttered, but he still pulled out his latest smartphone model.

He didn’t want to make a scene there. He dialed the number he’d boasted about to his friends: his bank’s VIP line. The connection was almost instantaneous.

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