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I had just given birth when my husband looked me in the eye and said, “Take the bus home. I’m taking my family to hotpot.” Two hours later, his voice was shaking on the phone: “Claire… what did you do? Everything is gone.”
“You are absolutely right, Margot, and I see now that I have been doing far too much for far too long,” I said with a calm that seemed to unsettle them.
Tessa let out a small, high-pitched giggle and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
“I am glad she finally understands her place in the family,” Tessa murmured to Margot.
I did not bother to offer a response to her comment, instead pulling my phone from my bag and walking a few steps away into the shade of the terminal.
I opened the luxury travel agency’s mobile application and looked at the reservation, which included the island, the villa, the seaplane, the premium bar, and all the private excursions.
Every single cent of that one hundred and fifty thousand dollars had been paid from my personal account.
Caleb shouted at me from the edge of the dock, his voice echoing across the water.
“Lydia, stop playing with your phone and tell the pilot we are ready to board immediately,” he commanded.
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