Chapter 11 - Gwen Packs Her Bags And Leaves The Venue
Gwen drove her reliable sedan away from the community center, leaving behind the cheap plastic forks and the boiling electric kettle.
She headed straight toward the modest two-bedroom apartment she had secretly leased near the coast three days earlier.
She had anticipated this exact outcome the moment Brandon transferred the insultingly small sum of two hundred dollars.
A smart woman protects her future, just as Rosalind had always advised, but Gwen had finally learned to protect her own.
She unlocked the door to her new apartment, stepping into a clean, quiet space filled with natural sunlight and ocean air.
There were no expensive designer furnishings, no gold-plated chandeliers, and no demanding relatives barking orders from the hallway.
Just a comfortable couch, a minimalist desk, and a refrigerator stocked with groceries she bought with her own money.
She placed the blue folder of receipts on the dining table, knowing it would soon become Exhibit A in her lawyer’s office.
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Her phone buzzed continuously inside her pocket with missed calls and frantic text messages from Brandon.
She pulled the phone out, tapped the screen without hesitation, and blocked his number permanently.
