My Rich Ex Took Everything And Said, “There’s Nothing To Divide”—But I Left With Two Passports And The Folder That Would Destroy His Perfect Life.

brushed hair from her daughter’s cheek.

“No, sweetheart. Not with us.”

Miles stared out the window, trying to look stronger than an eleven-year-old should have to be.

“Is he mad?”

Claire looked down at the folder.

“He might be,” she said. “But that is not yours to carry.”

Then her phone vibrated.

Rosalie had sent a message:

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