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That night, sitting on their worn out sofa, I heard them whispering in the kitchen about selling their wedding rings to get me food. They did not know I could hear them. They did not know who I really was.
And when the next morning my lawyer, Robert, appeared with the security team at that tiny house, when the truth came to light in front of everyone, the faces of Jessica and Michael no longer showed contempt. They showed terror. Because they had just lost everything.
I am Linda Miller. For 35 years, I built a textile empire that supplies the main clothing chains across the continent. When my husband died 12 years ago, everyone thought the company would collapse.
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