Kalina's POVOn the day my contract expired, the final eight-figure payment hit my account right on time. I sat on the edge of my bed and counted the zeros three times. Every last cent was there.After three years of feeling trapped, I finally had something to be happy about.At ten, my lawyer sent over the confirmation. Our three-year contract was officially over.From now on, I wouldn't have to accompany Brian to parties, deal with his moods, or pretend I couldn't live without him.I took off my watch and set it beside the black credit card and car keys. I left all the jewelry, evening gowns, and handbags in the walk-in closet.It wasn't because I was above keeping expensive gifts. Jewelry needed maintenance, gowns took up space, and selling everything would mean dealing with paperwork.Too much hassle. I only took my books, paintings, Muffin, and what was left of my mother's dress.That afternoon, the movers carried out the last box.Fiona stood by the staircase, looking a
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