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“You? With what money, Elena? You couldn’t even afford this divorce.”
His expression hardened.
“They’re my kids.”
The attorney lowered his eyes. Vanessa fell silent. Adrian opened his mouth, but no excuse came quickly enough to save him from his own words.
I stood, took my coat, and walked into the reception area. Noah sat curled on a leather couch, hugging his dinosaur backpack. Lily was coloring flowers in a notebook.
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