“My Sister Won the Lottery and Took My Husband — I Laughed When They Came Back With Nothing”

a lawyer over looking me in the face.

Then my phone buzzed with a text from Sloane: So, about that bet… you owe me $200.

I stared at it until I felt strangely calm. Not numb—focused. Because Sloane didn’t understand money. She understood attention. And Mason didn’t understand Sloane. He understood shiny things that made him feel important.

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