"You want to abandon me and save yourself? Not a chance!" Heather shouted.Lucas, however, smirked and pulled a divorce agreement from his pocket, one that already bore Heather's signature. "If I want to, I can end this relationship anytime."Heather's pupils contracted sharply. "When did I sign this?""A week ago, when you were drunk."Only then did it dawn on Heather that she had been played. Gritting her teeth, she snarled, "Lucas Mallard, you selfish, cold-blooded, despicable piece of scum! You set me up!"Heather slapped Lucas hard across the face and, losing all decorum, spat on him.Lucas was not about to take that lying down. He slapped her right back. Then, while everyone's attention was diverted, he kicked over Heather's wheelchair and bolted without looking back.By the time anyone realized what had happened, Lucas was long gone. The debt collectors surrounded Heather, demanding payment.Once they discovered Heather couldn't come up with the money either, they rained
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