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Chapter Fifty-Two: “If Your Ex Doesn't Believe You, Humiliate Her…”
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When Jack returned home, he continued to think about his ex-wife and James Whitefield. He'd seen them today when he was overseeing his company's construction. From the way they looked at him, he figured out they didn't believe he was alive… much less wealthy. Obviously, they'd think he was working for someone else.

When he remembered how Mary cheated on me, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He'd never forget that very day and swore to himself to make her pay. But he decided to punish
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