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Chapter 9

Author: Hewrite
last update publish date: 2026-02-18 08:15:26

THE PRIVATE ACCOUNT

~TARA JACKSON~

I stand in front of his study door for a full minute, maybe two, my hand hovering over the wood.

Should I knock? Should I just walk away and figure something else out?

My heart is beating so hard I can hear it in my ears. I press my palm flat against the door, feeling the cool surface, trying to calm down. This is ridiculous. I'm asking my husband for money. My husband who doesn't even know I'm his wife. My husband who looks at me like I'm dirt.

I knock three
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