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Chapter 7

Attempting to flee the country, Marcus frantically booked a private jet out of a small airstrip in New Jersey.

He threw a duffel bag filled with emergency cash into the trunk of his sports car, sweating profusely as paranoia consumed him.

Before he could even start the engine, his wife called, her voice dripping with the exact same coldness he had once shown Elena.

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"I transferred the offshore accounts to my name this morning, Marcus; you are completely on your own," she announced before hanging up.

Stranded and penniless, the former titan of industry screamed into the steering wheel as the sound of approaching police sirens echoed in the distance.

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