For all the money he’d throw at her, she felt herself his possession and hated it. Finally, she’d had enough.
“I’m leaving you,” she said, as her silk dress fell to the floor, followed by her jewelry and lingerie. “You can keep everything.”
Naked, she turned provocatively towards the front door, as he stood there flummoxed.
Outside, awaited a small, orange car.
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