The Wrong Woman
At this rate, she was bound to go mad.
She needed to get that divorce finalized as soon as possible. Then, she needed to figure out who she was. That was the only way to get rid of those leeches.
After a moment of silence, she asked curiously, "What are you writing, Sienna?"
"A part-time job. I'm ghostwriting for some extra income so we can pay off your debt sooner."
She lifted her gaze toward her screen and saw walls of text. "What's a ghostwriter?"
"I help people write novels. I just got a completely crappy book. It's hastily put together, but as long as I type fast enough, I'll be able to earn more."
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