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to pay it back.”
“With what?”
He said nothing.
“Your failed import business?” I asked. “Your poker winnings? The investment fund you lied about? The condo you told people you owned?”
Melissa whispered, “Daniel…”
He turned on her. “Shut up.”
There he was.
Not the charming husband.
Not the smiling father.
Not the polished son.
Just a man cornered by the truth.continue reading …
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