‘Go ahead,’ my rich husband said. ‘I’ll give you a week without me.’ I put the keys on the counter and walked out with just my phone, leaving him to believe I’d come back begging. The next morning, his father and his boss were banging on the door: ‘The bank just called, what have you done?!’‘Go ahead,’ my rich husband said. ‘I’ll give you a week without me.’ I put the keys on the counter and walked out with just my phone, leaving him to believe I’d come back begging. The next morning, his father and his boss were banging on the door: ‘The bank just called, what have you done?!’
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‘Go ahead,’ my rich husband said. ‘I’ll give you a week without me.’ I put the keys on the counter and walked out with just my phone, leaving him to believe I’d come back begging. The next morning, his father and his boss were banging on the door: ‘The bank just called, what have you done?!’

The sound of the suitcase zipper cutting through the silence felt louder than it should have. Naomi Bennett stood in the middle of her kitchen, the marble countertops gleaming under…
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