Justin’s Oscar-winning “dream girl” was sobbing uncontrollably, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come between you two. I’m the one who should leave.” Justin pointed at me, accusing me of being too much. Then he turned and chased after her. Wow, and this woman’s supposed to be an Oscar-winner with that performance? I immediately called America’s Billionaire Tycoon, “Didn’t you say you wanted to marry me? Let’s get the marriage license tomorrow.” By the afternoon, Logan had already dragged me to the marriage license office. When we walked out, I, Samantha Harper, was officially a married woman. Logan waved the marriage certificate in his hand, smirking like a mischievous kid, completely masking his good looks. “Didn’t you once say you’d rather marry anyone but me? Said if you ever married me, I’d be a dog?” I nodded. “Yup, so now that I’ve married you, you’re officially a dog.” “You…” Logan gritted his teeth. “Samantha, your mouth is really—” “What? Deserving of a slap?” I tilted my head slightly, probably looking a little too cocky. “What? Wanna hit me?” Logan suddenly burst out laughing, taking slow steps toward me, clearly up to no good. Then he said one word: “Kiss.” He reached out, grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me. “!!” I shoved him away, wiping my mouth furiously. “Logan, what the hell are you doing?” Logan looked annoyed. “We’re married now. What’s wrong with kissing you? And tonight, you’re gonna spend our first night together as my wife.” “…” “Finally, the day has come. Just you wait, Samantha. Tonight’s going to be interesting.” Logan swaggered to his car, rolled down the window, and waved at me with that smug look of his. What a jerk. How did he ever manage to become America’s Billionaire Tycoon? I tucked the marriage certificate away and got ready to head back to work. That’s when Justin called. “Samantha, we should officially break up.” Haven’t we already broken up? He seriously called just to tell me that? When he yelled at me and ran after his precious “dream girl,” we were already done. I sighed impatiently, “You people sure have a lot of drama.” Justin: “…” I hung up and suddenly remembered something… Damn it, Logan drove me here and left. How am I supposed to get back? That jerk! I called an Uber and went back to Harper Industries. When my dad saw me, he looked me up and down. “Who are you? I don’t recognize you. Who are you looking for?” “…Dad, I broke up with Justin. Also, Logan and I got married today.” My dad’s face instantly lit up, a warm, fatherly smile spreading across his face. “There’s my precious daughter!” “…” Look at that, even my dad’s acting skills are better than Justin’s “dream girl.” He can change eight hundred expressions in a second. Then Dad suddenly huffed, “Why’d you two break up? Weren’t you all lovey-dovey with him? I told you not to date him, but you wouldn’t listen.” “Well, isn’t that because you kept pushing me to marry Logan?” If my parents hadn’t pressured me so much about marriage, I wouldn’t have rebelled and started dating someone just to spite them—only to get cheated on. And Logan’s no angel either. He’s got plenty of women on the side; don’t think I don’t know about them. I only married him to spite everyone. But now that I think about it, I kind of regret it. I need to have a serious talk with him. “So, you’re back to take over the company? Great! Your mom and I are finally free.” Dad jumped up, heading for the door with surprising agility. I quickly grabbed his arm. “Where are you going, Dad?” “To your mom. She’s been nagging me to take her on a vacation to the islands for two days. Now that you’re back, I can finally spend time with her.” Realizing how his words sounded, Dad cleared his throat and corrected himself, “I mean, it’s your fault for never being around. I barely have time to spend with her.” “…”
“Dad, you might not be able to spend all your time with Mom just yet. I’m not planning on taking over the company right now.” “Oh, great. You came back just to stress me out. Go, go!” My dad waved me out of the office. So much for that idea. Just then, Logan texted me, reminding me, “Don’t forget, we’re having our wedding night tonight.” “…” I clenched my teeth and replied, “Could you say it in a less crude way?” His voice message came through immediately: “That wasn’t crude. I didn’t even say ‘come home and sleep with me.’” My dad’s secretary walked by, giving me a knowing look. “Miss Harper.” “…” I think I need to consider moving to another planet. Logan is such a big-mouth. How is he a billionaire with absolutely no boss-like attitude? He acts like a playboy trust-fund kid—so annoying! Logan sent me another message with his address, telling me to come over for dinner and celebrate. Celebrate what, exactly? Is he really this excited about marrying me just to secure our family alliance? Well, considering I come from money too, and he knows I won’t try to control him, of course he’s happy. Around 7 PM, I arrived at Logan’s penthouse. The luxurious decor and his flashy taste hit me as soon as I stepped through the door. Logan was lounging on the couch, legs crossed, wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of orange floral shorts, casually sipping a glass of red wine. “You’re back.” “…” I walked over. “Didn’t you say we were having dinner? Where’s the food? I’m starving.” He pointed toward the kitchen. “It’s being prepared. Sit down.” He patted the spot next to him. I had barely sat down when he leaned in closer. I leaned away. “Stay back or you’re getting kicked.” “So, why did you suddenly agree to marry me? What happened to your not-so-dependable boyfriend?” Logan looked genuinely curious, like a nosy kid. Not that he’s dependable either. Ahem, not that I’m defending Justin. Justin cheated. “Not dependable” doesn’t even begin to describe how awful he was. I cleared my throat. “Well, because… it’s just…” “Alright, you don’t need to explain.” Logan raised a hand to stop me. Just when I thought he was being considerate for once, he blurted out, “So, you got dumped.” “…” I swear, Logan’s brain must’ve been kicked by a mule at some point. Then he suddenly had a revelation. “Wait, so that makes me your backup plan? I’m your rebound, aren’t I?” “If you don’t want to be the rebound, we can just get a divorce. I’m your backup plan too, aren’t I?” Logan nodded thoughtfully. “That’s true. I mean, I’m quite the catch.” “…” He’s insane. Just then, the kitchen staff came out and let us know dinner was ready. After we ate and relaxed for a bit, I started doing some yoga, and Logan decided to join in. After a while, he said, “Sam, you’re surprisingly flexible.” I kicked at him. “Can you stop being weird?” He looked genuinely hurt. “What? I was just complimenting you.” Okay, maybe he didn’t mean anything by it. I went upstairs to wash up, and of course, Logan followed me like a lost puppy. I was about to enter the bathroom when I stopped, and he bumped into me. “Why’d you stop?” “I’m taking a shower. Why are you following me?” Logan scratched his head. “How about we take a shower together?” I gave him a hard smack on the head. “Logan, are you trying to get yourself killed?” “I’m gonna shower alone!” Who the hell wants to take a shower with him. Idiot.
While soaking in the tub, I found myself in a daze. So, Logan and I are really married now? We’ve known each other since we were kids, but he’s always been such a brat. He used to pull my hair, tell on me for dating, and even rat me out to my parents when I got love letters at school… All these years, he’s driven me crazy. So when my parents pushed for our marriage, I told them I’d only marry Logan if I was desperate. Logan immediately fired back, “I don’t even like you. I’ve got plenty of women who are interested.” Then, when my parents kept pressuring me, I rebelled and started chasing after Justin. I don’t know what got into Logan. After hearing about me and Justin, he said, “Why don’t we just get married? That way you don’t have to waste your time chasing guys you’ll never catch.” His cocky mouth deserved all the punches I gave him over the years. Now that I think about it, he had it coming. Logan was already shouting for me to hurry up. Does he seriously only have one bathroom in this giant place? When I stepped out of the tub, I realized I forgot to bring any pajamas. This was my first time at his place, so I didn’t know where to look for anything. The yoga clothes I wore earlier? Yeah, Logan had found those for me, and they were brand new, so I wore them. I wrapped a towel around myself and walked to the door. “Logan, do you have any new pajamas?” “You didn’t bring pajamas with you?” Logan’s teasing voice came from outside the door. “It’s late. Why bother wearing anything?” “What’s wrong with you? Don’t you wear clothes at night?” “Nope.” I swung the door open. “Go get me some pajamas, now!” “Fine, fine, calm down.” Logan glanced at me, then turned to leave. Halfway to the door, he stopped and looked back at me. “Samantha.” “What?” He smirked. “You’ve got a killer body, seriously sexy.” I grabbed a towel from the cabinet and threw it at him. “Get out!” He’s such a… Pervert! Logan caught the towel with a grin and headed out. A while later, he came back with two sets of pajamas, handing me one. I glanced at the set in his hands. “Didn’t you say you don’t wear pajamas?” “Fine, I won’t wear them. I’ll go put these back.” He turned to leave. I grabbed him before he could. “Stop messing around. Where did you get these women’s pajamas from? Do you bring girls here often?” “Of course not! I don’t bring women here. These are brand new, just for you. I knew your size. After all, I’ve known you since we were kids…” I kicked him in the gut, nearly ensuring he’d never have kids. “Samantha, you’re not only trying to murder your husband, you’re out to kill any chance of us having kids! You heartless woman!” Logan bent over, clutching his stomach. “Shut up!” I couldn’t be bothered to deal with him anymore, so I went to change. From behind, Logan’s teasing voice rang out again, “Samantha, I saw you just now.” I charged back at him, ready to kill him. “Ahhh!” Logan’s screams echoed through the penthouse. About half an hour later, Logan emerged from the bathroom, drying his hair, while I sat on the bed with my arms crossed. “Come over here. I need to talk to you.” Logan walked over, still toweling his hair. “As long as it’s not about the wedding night, I’m all ears.” “It’s not that.” I sighed. “I’m here to set some ground rules. Sit.” I patted the bed beside me. Logan obediently sat down. With his bangs down and a fresh, clean look, he almost seemed harmless—a playful little pup instead of a cocky brat. Not bad, not bad. I patted his head. “Good boy.” “Don’t patronize me.” Logan swatted my hand away. “You’re only a month older than me. What are you acting all mature for?” I rolled my eyes and got serious. “Okay, since we’re married, here are a few rules you need to follow.”
“First, I don’t care how many women you’ve got, but no kids.” “Second, if you ever find someone you truly love, tell me, and we’ll get divorced immediately.” “Third, while we’re married, people need to believe we’re a happy couple. I don’t want anything affecting my family’s business.” I rattled off my conditions in one breath and then added, “Now it’s your turn. What rules do you have for me?” “I can agree to all of that. I only have one rule.” Logan held up one finger. “While we’re married, you can’t get too close to other men.” “That’s a given,” I agreed without thinking. Wait a second. “That’s a double standard. Can you cut ties with all your women?” Logan shrugged. “Done. No problem.” Just as the words left his mouth, his phone rang. I glanced at the screen. The caller ID read: “Big Darling.” I rolled my eyes. Logan answered the call with a few “uh-huhs” before hanging up. I scoffed. “Whatever. I said as long as you don’t have any kids with them, I don’t care.” “What are you talking about?” Logan tossed the phone aside. “Come on, let’s just get some sleep.” “…” I sighed. There’s just no point arguing with him. He doesn’t even give me the chance to be mad. I turned over and got under the covers. He crawled in next to me. “So, uh… lights on or off?” he asked. What’s going on? Why does it feel like he’s nervous? Now I’m getting nervous. “Off.” Logan switched off the lights, then immediately rolled over and kissed me. I resisted the urge to push him away. “Do you even know how to kiss? You just bit me.” “You’re the one who can’t kiss.” Logan cleared his throat. “Samantha, you’re shaking. Is this your first time?” “No… definitely not.” I exhaled. “Wait, are you a virgin?” “How could I be?” Logan sounded proud. “I’m very experienced.” … After last night, I’ve come to the conclusion that Logan was definitely lying. How could someone that bad be experienced? Who’s he trying to fool? Logan was still asleep, his arm wrapped around me. Just thinking about last night made me mad. I shoved him off and got out of bed. As I headed for the bathroom, Logan called out behind me, “Samantha, are you sore?” “No.” I gritted my teeth. I’m sore as hell. “Samantha.” Logan called again. Why is he so chatty? “What?” He nodded toward the bed, where there was a small bloodstain. “Weren’t you saying you weren’t a virgin?” “…” I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. How could I have forgotten about that? Logan seemed quite pleased with himself, which only annoyed me more. So, just to wipe the smile off his face, I said, “That’s only because you’re terrible. I’ve never met anyone worse than you. And you call yourself experienced? What a joke.” Logan’s smile instantly vanished… No, it didn’t vanish—it transferred onto my face. I hummed as I made my way to the bathroom, leaving Logan furiously punching the bed behind me. He shouted after me, “Samantha, just wait! I’ll show you… I’ll show you…” I turned back with a smirk. “Show me what?” Logan paused, then struck a ridiculous, sultry pose on the bed. “I’ll make you beg for mercy.” “You’re insane. A total weirdo.” I shot him a look and went into the bathroom. “And who was lying about not being a virgin, huh? Tried to turn off the lights ‘cause you were embarrassed…” I grabbed a towel and chucked it at him.
I got a call from Stella Green later that morning. She wanted to meet up. Stella, Justin’s so-called “dream girl.” Why would she want to meet up after Justin and I had already broken up? When we met, it became clear—she just wanted to gloat. “Samantha, you should be thanking me. If I’d gone after Justin sooner, he’d have been mine from the start, and you wouldn’t have even had a chance to date him.” I looked at Stella’s smug face and couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you seriously bragging about Justin like he’s some kind of prize?” I chuckled. “Girl, you’ve seen nothing. I actually feel a little sorry for you. How about I introduce you to some real guys?” Stella smiled politely. “You don’t have to do that. We’re both women. I understand how you must feel…” “Don’t say you’re a woman. You give women a bad name.” I interrupted with a smile. “But I get it. You should probably read more books and work on your personality.” Stella’s phone suddenly rang. She answered right in front of me. “Hello? Blue Planet? Is it for a movie or a show? Alright, I’ll be there soon.” She hung up and turned to me. “Miss Harper, I have to go now for an audition. Feel free to order whatever you want. I’ll pick up the tab.” I smiled. “Thanks.” As soon as she left, I headed back to the office. “Dad, I need some money. I want to invest in a few projects.” “That’ll have to come from my personal account. Ask your mom to transfer it to you,” Dad said, adding, “It’s time you learned the ropes with investing.” “Got it. Thanks, Dad!” …… I quickly reached out to the production team for Blue Planet and offered to invest. Of course, they agreed. I put up $200 million and became the largest investor, meaning I had the final say in everything. I also heard that Stella was auditioning for the lead role. She had a good chance of getting it. But with one word from me, she’d be out of the running. Not yet, though. The fun’s just getting started. I didn’t plan on going after her originally, but she had to rub her little affair in my face. There’s no way I can just let that slide, right? Oh, and Justin? He won’t be getting off easy either. He should thank his “dream girl” for what’s coming. I waited until the final round of auditions before making my move. The audition was taking place at a hotel. Just as I was about to step into the elevator, someone yanked me back. “Didn’t you see our star here waiting to get on the elevator?” I looked up to see Stella stepping into the elevator, flashing me a proud, taunting smile. Just as the doors were about to close, she finally spoke. “Oh, Samantha, it’s you. Want to join us?” Her assistant, ever the brown-noser, scoffed, “Who does she think she is? She’s not fit to ride in the same elevator as you, Miss Green.” Stella smiled but didn’t say anything. The elevator doors closed. I chuckled and shook my head. At that moment, my phone rang. It was Logan. “You’re investing in a movie? Why didn’t you tell me? I own a film company. I would’ve given it to you.” I was a bit taken aback. “What’s gotten into you? Why are you being so generous?” “Samantha, you’re such an ingrate. When am I ever not generous to you? Come on, think about it!” I thought for a moment. Yeah, he wasn’t wrong. As much as Logan could be a pain, he’d always spoiled me with extravagant gifts on birthdays and holidays. I guess I was being unfair. “Alright, we’ll talk when I get home. I’m at the audition site right now, picking actors.” I hung up as the elevator finally arrived, and I stepped in.
The final audition for the lead actress came down to three candidates, with Stella Green being the first up. I texted the producer and had Stella moved to the last spot, so by the time I stepped out of the elevator, I caught her storming out of the audition room. “How could they push me to the end like this? If the director sees someone else first and makes up his mind, I’ll lose my chance! This role is mine, no question about it. Call Ms. Harper right now!” Stella barked at her assistant. Her little sycophantic assistant chimed in, “Don’t worry, Ms. Green. Those two can’t compare to you in acting. You’re saving the best for last! Once the director sees their terrible performances, he’ll be blown away by your talent and immediately give you the part!” I had to admit, this assistant was quite the flatterer. Stella’s acting was awful, yet here she was, brimming with confidence—and the assistant was half the reason for that. The other half came from the endless praise she received from the people around her. No wonder she was so blindly arrogant and self-important. As soon as Stella saw me, her assistant rushed over with all the bravado of someone emboldened by proximity to fame. “You again? Are you stalking Ms. Green? This is no place for you! Get lost, now!” I hadn’t even dealt with Stella yet, but this assistant had already piqued my interest. “Kid, you might want to watch your mouth. You’ll want to leave yourself a way out for the future. Ever heard of the saying ‘always leave a little room’?” The assistant rolled her eyes dramatically. “And who are you to talk about leaving room? Look, if you’re here to fangirl, at least do it properly. It doesn’t matter who you think you are, this is an audition, not a fan convention. Get out, now!” “Alright, I’ll go,” I said with a smirk, “but I have a feeling you’ll be begging me to come back soon enough.” With that, I turned and stepped into the elevator. I’d booked a room on the top floor, where I waited. The producer sent me clips of the auditions, and I reviewed the performances. One actress named Shannon Wood caught my eye. She had talent, and I already had my answer. Then it was Stella’s turn. But the producer told her, “That’s all for today’s audition. Everyone has left.” I was on a video call with the producer at the time, and I watched as Stella’s face fell, her expression barely masking her frustration. “But I’m ready. Weren’t the others allowed to audition even when people hadn’t arrived?” “The investors have already reviewed their auditions. Originally, they had high hopes for you and wanted to see your performance in person, but they were intercepted and sent away before they could arrive.” “Sent away? Who sent them away? Where are they? I’ll go to them right now,” Stella said, growing more anxious by the second. “They’re very upset. Even if you went now, it wouldn’t change anything. Honestly, I think your audition is done for,” the producer sighed. Stella panicked even more. “No! I’ll go and convince them with my performance. Just tell me where they are!” The producer gave her my room number. I hung up the call and waited. A few moments later, there was a knock at the door. She’s here. The knocking continued as I slowly made my way to open the door. When Stella saw me, her jaw dropped. “Samantha… you again?” “I should be asking you that. What are you doing here?” I replied with a cold smile. Stella hesitated, looking at the room number to make sure she wasn’t mistaken. Her disbelief was palpable. “You… you’re in this room? Is there anyone else here?” I raised an eyebrow. “Nope. Just me.”
Even as clueless as Stella could be, she started to catch on at this point. She spun around and slapped her assistant hard across the face. The assistant stood there in shock, not knowing how to react. Meanwhile, Stella composed herself, turning back to me with a smile that barely hid her nerves. “If you’re still upset, Ms. Harper, feel free to take it out on me. I won’t stop you,” she offered coolly. The assistant, now fully aware of the situation, dropped to her knees. “Ms. Harper, I was wrong! I didn’t know my place. Please, I beg you, have mercy and don’t hold it against me!” I had given her a chance, but she didn’t take it. It wasn’t my fault anymore. Stella quickly added, “I’ll blacklist her from the industry. Is that enough?” Her attitude rubbed me the wrong way. It was as if she thought throwing her assistant under the bus would excuse her own behavior. She didn’t want to take any responsibility herself. “Ms. Harper, please, give me a chance. I’m begging you,” the assistant pleaded, tears streaming down her face. But I wasn’t moved. “Why are you begging me? Was I the one who taught you to look down on others? Beg yourself.” Then I turned to Stella. “Anything else to say? No? Well, I’m closing the door.” I was giving her one last chance to apologize. Whether or not she’d take it was up to her. Stella narrowed her eyes. “Samantha, are you sure you want to go up against me?” … Wow, since when did actresses get so gutsy? She must think her backers are untouchable. Fine. I slammed the door in her face. After Stella left, I got a call from Justin Hayes. “Samantha, can we meet?” he asked. I was curious. “Why? What’s up?” There was a brief pause before Justin spoke again. “Stella’s new project… you’re the biggest investor. I’m asking you not to make things difficult for her. I’m the one who hurt you. If you want to get back at someone, come after me.” His words made me laugh. “You really think I’d let you off the hook?” “…” “Stella’s issues have nothing to do with you. It’s her own behavior. Your little dream girl isn’t as pure as you think. I don’t care if others let her get away with it, but she messed with me. And I’m not letting her off easy.” I made myself perfectly clear. After another moment of silence, Justin asked, “Samantha, do you still love me?” “???” I must’ve misheard. “What did you just say?” “I know you still love me. Everything you’re doing is because you can’t let me go. That’s why you want to get revenge…” “You wanted to meet, right?” I cut him off. “Where and when?” Justin paused. “…” We arranged to meet at a quiet club. When I walked into the private room, Justin stood up. Without a word, I walked over and slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed in the room. Justin looked stunned at first, then his expression twisted into anger. I smiled. “What’s the matter? Mad at me? Want to hit me? You’re only angry because you still care about me. You’re upset because you want revenge.” Justin clenched his jaw, his lips pressed into a tight line. I sat down. “Now, what was it you wanted to say?” “Stella told me you’ve been giving her a hard time. Like I said, if you’re upset, take it out on me,” he muttered, looking down at me. I raised an eyebrow. “I already told you, Justin, I’m not letting you off the hook. Don’t worry, I’ll get to you too.” His eyes darkened. “Are you sure you want to go against me?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Against you? No, Justin, I’m not going against you. I’m destroying you.” Justin’s expression hardened, his voice low. “Fine, Samantha. Just remember, you’ll regret it when the time comes.”
Justin and I left the club one after the other, but we were still caught by the paparazzi. The next day, it made the business section headlines. That evening, when I got back to Logan’s place, I found him sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. I walked over, and sure enough, there was a giant spread with photos of me and Justin. I glanced at Logan’s face—he looked pissed, like someone had just burned his dinner. I cleared my throat and sat next to him. “The reporters only caught us leaving. They didn’t get the shot of me slapping him.” Logan looked at me, intrigued. “You hit him?” I nodded. He still looked skeptical. “Really?” I raised my hand. “Want me to demonstrate?” Suddenly, Logan grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his lap, leaning down to kiss me. What the hell? I pushed him away. “What are you doing?” “You’re blushing,” Logan teased, clearly in a much better mood now. I rolled my eyes. “What are you talking about? I’m not blushing. I just… I’m not used to this.” I wasn’t used to being this close with Logan, even though we were married. It felt awkward, like we weren’t meant to be this… intimate. I was much more comfortable when we were verbally sparring. “Well, the more we kiss, the more you’ll get used to it,” Logan said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. … He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “So, tell me, what’s your plan?” “What plan?” Logan’s face darkened. “You’re not planning anything? You’ve spent years making my life difficult, but Justin cheats on you, and you’re not going to get back at him? Don’t tell me you still have feelings for him?” “Oh, that,” I said with a smile. “Do you have a suggestion? Go on, I’m listening.” Logan leaned in, whispering his idea in my ear. It tickled, and I had to resist the urge to pull away. But wow, his idea was truly… evil. I liked it. “Okay. I’ll go with that plan,” I agreed. “And how will you repay me?” he asked, his gaze growing more intense. I could feel the shift in the air, something building between us. I swallowed hard. The next second, Logan leaned in for another kiss. This time, I didn’t push him away. Just as Logan predicted, Justin poured a ton of resources into Stella Green’s career. He funded a movie for her, and once I got wind of it, I immediately invested more money into the project, becoming the largest shareholder. Then, I swapped her out as the lead actress. When Justin found out, he tried to up his investment by another $5 million. So, I doubled mine, adding $10 million more. I had plenty of cash to burn. Unable to compete with my financial firepower, Justin eventually pulled out. Then he invested in another project, and, despite his efforts to keep it a secret, I caught wind of it. I pulled my money from the last project and reinvested in his new one, becoming the majority shareholder again. This time, I switched out the lead actress early. Eventually, Justin couldn’t take it anymore and came to confront me. “Samantha, I told you to take it out on me! This has nothing to do with Stella!” “Alright, then. Let’s make this personal.” I was being quite accommodating, really—doing exactly as he asked. Justin invested in yet another project. After pumping a few hundred million into it, I backed out, forcing him to lose an additional $30 million. Now I was going after his company. I outbid him on projects left and right. The money he had left was being funneled into boosting Stella’s career, and his liquid assets were running dry. Within a few months, I had snatched up three or four major projects. Even my dad was praising me. Honestly, this underhanded strategy had been Logan’s idea from the start. And he was more than proud of himself, strutting around, asking, “Isn’t your husband smart?”
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