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The car girded through the peaceful Shiny state and pulled up at the dark North
Building
Jenny was about to open the door for Franklin, but Franklin got out first, walked around and pulled Elizabeth out with a roughness that betrayed his mood. Elizabeṁ compied without a files, letting him lead her step by step by the wrist After they left. Jerry breathed a sigh of relief In the thick darkness, a woman’s face suddenly appeared on the car window causing him to let out a soft gasp. Once he recognized her, he sighed. Ms Jones, what are you doing here”
Terry, was that Elizabeth who just went in Sharon asked
Yes. Jerry replied.
The North Building served as their wedding suite, a place only Elizabeth was meant to enter. No matter how much Franklin disliked her, he had to maintain
appearances.
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Sharon snorted with disdain, “I thought she’d last longer and show some backbone. But here she is, right back where she started.”
Inside the dark apartment, Elizabeth navighted with ease.
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The door opened to a blinding light that she instinctively tried to avoid, but Franklin pulled her in, his grip on her wrist painful and unyielding. In pain, she forcefully wrestled free from Franklin. Massaging her wrist, she said, “That hurt.” “Go upstairs,” he ordered sternly.
Elizabeth thought he was urging her to pack her belongings. She had come into this marriage with only a suitcase of clothes, and everything else was provided by Franklin. The gifts from holidays over the years had piled up, as cold and impersonal as he was.
Three years of marriage had left her with little more than material possessions. In the unlit closet, Elizabeth struggled to breathe, her vision blurring as she mechanically packed her clothes into a suitcase, desperate to escape this life. Before long, Franklin caught up with her. Unlike before, he was truly fed up with the disobedient Elizabeth today. His gentlemanly demeanor gave way to raw emotion, and his frustrations manifested physically.
He pulled out a card abruptly. Without a second thought, he forcefully placed it in Elizabeth’s palm. “Stop making a scene. Is this what you wanted? Money?”
The money was rightfully hers, but she didn’t want to get it this way.
Her palm tinged slightly with pink. The card rested quietly within her grasp. She was expected to be grateful, to swallow her pride, and to continue playing the role of the docile wife.
But Elizabeth’s eyes held a subtle, ironic curve. “Is this the money from the
divorce agreement? If so, I accept it.”
Franklin, usually so perceptive, misunderstood her meaning. “You’re causing all this trouble just for money?”
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