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the tinted window, protected from all of them.
Daniel pointed at the house. “What did you do?”
I smiled faintly. “I sold my house.”
His mother staggered back as if I had slapped her. “Your house?”
“Yes,” I said. “Mine. Purchased before marriage. Sole title. Protected by the prenup Daniel signed without reading because he thought only poor women needed continue reading …
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