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The minute my divorce papers were finalized, I canceled my ex-mother-in-law’s unlimited black card. Ten minutes later, my ex-husband called me screaming, “Her card just declined on a fifty-thousand-dollar Cartier necklace! How dare you humiliate her in public!” I hung up the phone in his face. At 6 AM, I woke up to the terrifying sound of a power drill chewing through my deadbolt. “My unstable wife is locked inside having a mental breakdown, just drill it!” my ex lied to the locksmith. And what he did the second the door swung open was even worse than I could ever expect…

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that they didn’t need a wealthy family name to open a door; they just needed someone willing to break the lock.

I took a sip of my wine, watching the city lights reflect on the dark water.

I was no longer Anthony’s wife. I was no longer Eleanor’s silent bank account. I was Marissa Hale. And for the first time in a very long time, I was exactly who I continue reading …

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