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    Gary kept his hands steady on the wheel, Felix lounging in the passenger seat.


    In the back, Brenna sat shoulder to shoulder with Gracie.


    “Ethan must dislike me now. He never used to act like this before. You don’t know—back when Ethan was just starting his business in Norview, he was warm, almost tender with me. We were close. I even thought of him as my boyfriend for a while. My dad liked him too…”


    Gracie leaned closer to Brenna, rambling on about her past with Ethan like a broken record.


    Brenna, already irritable, snapped, “Talking about it won’t change anything. He’s not into you. Stop grossing me out. If you don’t want me to apany you, get out right now!”


    It was obvious—Gracie was saying those things on purpose, trying to drive a wedge between her and Ethan. She knew they were about to get married, yet she still spouted all this, which was incredibly irritating.


    Gracie’s face tightened. She rubbed her belly and shot back, “Why are you so mad? I’m just chatting. I’m married to Waldo now, pregnant with his kid. You think I’d still pursue Ethan? Don’t be ridiculous.”


    Brenna cast her a cold nce. “Is this how you ask for my help? If you can’t speak properly, then get out.”


    Gracie bit her lip, eyes brimming until tears slid down. The truth weighed on her: she had to divorce Waldo and settle the matter of the shares. She had fought with him countless times; he would not budge, wanted to snatch her stake, and had even threatened her safety.


    Without Brenna, she couldn’t handle the matter.


    She had begged Ethan again and again for help, but he had brushed her off. It stung, making her feel like Ethan didn’t care about their friendship at all.


    “Sorry, I’ll stop…” she muttered, sobbing, feeling cornered and powerless. No matter how much she disliked Brenna, she had to endure now. She needed her help.


    Brenna was done listening to her. She popped in her earbuds, letting the music drown out everything else.


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    Gracie sat there, feeling resigned. Brenna was in a foul mood today and probably wouldn’t help her much. And showing up at Waldo’s ce without extra muscle? That was unwise. If Waldo decided to hit her, what then?


    Two hourster, the car rolled into an upscale neighborhood in Plomond.


    Gracie’s spirits lifted as familiar streets came into view. Today was about facing Waldo and demanding that divorce; she had to bring her A-game.


    She guided Gary to the right spot, and soon, the car pulled up in front of a house.


    Staring at her old home, Gracie felt her heart swirl with a mix of nostalgia and bitterness. Life had dealt her a rough hand.


    “Let’s do this,” she said, getting out of the car and leading the way.


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