They trudged upstairs, and Cindy swung the door open and strolled in. She hadn''t been back in two months, and just had the cleaning crew over yesterday. The floor was squeaky clean.


    Cindy grabbed two pairs of slippers. Phoebe swapped her shoes, helped Cindy lug her bag into the living room, and spotted Cindy''s personal poster that always popped up in her videos.


    A huge poster hung behind the sofa, showing a side profile with dramatic lighting and a killer artistic vibe.


    Phoebe stood by the sofa, soaking it in, and said, "Every time I see this in your vids, I gotta say, this photo is drop-dead gorgeous."@@novelbin@@


    Cindy pulled out some clothes and handed them to Phoebe, "Go on, hit the shower, get outta those bloody clothes, hurry up." Phoebe took the clothes and headed to the guest bathroom to shower.


    The water sshed, and Phoebe stood under the showerhead, eyes closed, head tilted back, letting the water cascade over her face. The cold droplets hit her, and the scene of Theodore jumping in front of the knife reyed in her mind. Phoebe wiped the water off her face.


    She muttered, "Stop thinking about it, Phoebe! You chose to divorce for a reason. There''s no future with Theodore. Don''t get swayed just ''cause he was nice. Remember, you still have Hubert, Boris, and Noomi."


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