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I thought the hardest part of my divorce was already behind me until the day my phone rang at work and everything shifted. In a matter of hours, I was forced to risk it all for my daughter’s life.
Ethan and I had officially divorced not long ago, but it was hell. My ex-husband was fairly wealthy. He owned three restaurants across the city, and even more, he liked holding onto his money.
It was hell.
By the time it was over, I was exhausted.
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