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I was woken up in the middle of the night by
a text.
It was Seraphina.
She sent me a picture.
Liam was asleep on her chest.
Her chest was covered in hickeys.
It was so sensual, so messy.
She was not the cool, ethereal girl I had met
before.
[Your husband is so good. Chloe, he doesn’t
care about you anymore. Why are you so
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desperate and refuse to divorce him? You
have to leave him with some dignity. ]
I saved the picture and sent her fifty–two
cents.
The message was:
[Payment for services.]
Seraphina was furious, and sent me tons of
texts.
I didn’t read a single one.
I forwarded the picture to my lawyer.
[Evidence of infidelity. Get me as much as
you can.]
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The lawyer replied in seconds: [Don’t worry,
Ms. Sterling.]
