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she replied. "Thank you," I said to her. "I haven't done anything yet, so you don't have to thank me.“ "I still think I need to thank you for comforting me and showing interest in helping me reunite with my fiance," I said to her, hinting that she had no choice but to help me. What better way was there than capitalizing on the emotion of your target? Making her feel that she had no other choice but to help had been my plan. It was a psychological tactic and it had worked perfectly.

She stayed firmly by my side, protecting my interests and walking with me every step of the way. The previous "Stargazers" group chat had transformed into an elite networking group chat for corporate partnerships. The moment Stacey and I officially announced our wedding in the chat, everyone was saying, "What a pity it isn't me." All Stacey did was laugh and drop a million-dollar Venmo link into the chat with a note that read "Wedding Gift". Right after, she sent another message. "Thanking everyone for the blessings on Kieran's behalf. The winery is booked out next week. Drinks are on us!"

Stace whispers in my ear with a kiss to my cheek. I nod, distracted by sugar momma and her boy scout who just had a huge tongue kiss in front of everyone when she won. Ew, God, some people are such show ponies. I watch Stace approach the man across the club. He shakes his hand and they begin talking. My concentration goes back to the table and I watch as sugar momma loses a cool fifty grand. Another man seems to be cleaning up, though. A waiter approaches and she smiles as she takes the champagne from his tray. “I’m out.” She smiles in her toffee accent.

I clenched my fists, nails digging deep into my palms. All these years, Emma refused to use protection. But she didn't want kids either, so she demanded that I get a vasectomy. "Vince, can you please get a vasectomy? I'm scared." But just one month after the surgery, Emma cheated on me with Scott. I let out a self-deprecating laugh. Then, I picked up the ring box and opened it. Inside was the pull-tab from a soda can. I held up the tab and looked at her. "This is the surprise you got for me?"

She's your safest fallback. [Once your name's on that condo, she won't be able to do anything.] [Don't bet everything on one person.] Tyler: [I know, Dad. Don't worry. She's gullible. She believes whatever I say. Just yesterday, I got her bank card PIN out of her.] 'His safest fallback.' 'Gullible.' What a joke.

I scoffed, “of course you know, because you're one of them!" Then Kevin tried to approach me again. “Believe it or not, Audrey, I've changed," he said. "I wouldn't have been helping you if I was still the jerk you knew." "Really?" I sneered. "How do I know you're telling me the truth?" "When you get home," Kevin replied, "check the company's authorization code for the translation with the British company, and you'll see that it ends with triple Ts." "Triple Ts?" I asked, puzzled. What does it mean?"

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Looked squeaky clean—just work stuff. But my gut said nah. So I checked his bank records. Boom. Transfers to Sabrina. $999. $1,430. And a bunch more. My chest tightened. He was cheating. I stared at the screen—our smiling faces felt like a sick joke. Derrick, the guy who used to act like I was his whole world, had betrayed me. I met Derrick when I was seventeen. My parents had just died, and some relatives dragged me up to Granton City.

We park behind Weston’s squad car, and I take Quinn’s hand and we walk inside together. The dogs come running, and the smell of chicken enchiladas fills the air. Laughter echoes through the house, and that instant feel-good aura the Dawson farm holds sets in. This place is safe and warm. It’s welcoming and full of comfort. It was my reprieve in college when Bobby was at the height of his addiction. “Quinn!” Kara says, looking up from the wine she’s trying to open. “And Archer?” “Hey, Kara,” I say. Quinn pets each dog and goes over to give Kara a hug. She pulls a bottle of wine from her large purse.

Jake didn't listen and reached over to see Henry's cards. Henry was one step ahead and dumped all his cards into the middle of the table. His reaction made things clear to everyone. Jake began making a commotion. "No, you can't! This doesn't count! You guys are cheating!" Henry smiled and ignored him, looking at Gabriella. "It's getting late. Shall we go home?" "Okay." "Why not play two more rounds?" Jake asked. "Let's meet some other day. You guys play. Today is on me."