"Do you want to my wife?" He always knew what she wanted but never offered it freely.
Murray offered, “I’ll have my driver take you home.”
“No need. I’ve called an Uber.”
Cliff intervened, “Roseanne, let me walk you to the door.”
Roseanne waved him off and turned to leave.
“Murray, look at the mess... I think Roseanne is genuinely upset this time.”
“Nah, it’s nothing.”
“Exactly! How many times have they had a spat? And every time, Roseanne returned after a few days, acting like nothing was wrong at the next party.”
“I bet five days.”
“I say six.”
Murray glanced at the door left ajar, his smile tinged with coldness. “I bet three hours tops. She’ll come running back to me.”
“Right, Murray’s a sure win. The whole world knows Roseanne is madly in love with him.”
“Man, why can’t any woman be that devoted to me?”
“You? Dream on, pal!”
The guys burst into laughter.
…
Returning to the mansion past midnight, Roseanne took half an hour to pack.
She’d been there three years, but when she left, all her important stuff fit into just one suitcase.
The walk-in closet was full of unworn designer clothes, the jewelry never worn, and she left it all behind.
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