entire life was a lie.
My wife was a killer. My daughter-in-law was a fraud. My son was a cuckold raising another man’s child. And I was the mark. I stood up. My legs felt shaky, but my mind was sharpening. The shock was fading, replaced by a cold, hard rage. It was the same rage I felt when I was 20 years old, fighting my way out of poverty.
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