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me.”

Victor lowered his head.

“I was going to leave you.”

“I know.”

His head snapped up.

“How?”

“Bank transfers. Hotel reservations. A retainer payment to a divorce attorney,” Sarah said. “You were never very careful with financial trails.”

“How long did you know about Rita?”

“Since June.”

Victor stared at her.

“You knew for six months? And you stayed? You still continue reading …