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Way to go. Nothing like a bloodcurdling scream to waylay suspicion. No telling what Cole thought she had in her closet now. Drugs. Stolen jewelry. A bag full of cash.

She got out of bed and opened the closet, feeling around for the leather case. Still there.

She pulled out the suitcase, opened it and stared down at the neatly stacked rows of bills. A little over one million dollars. By rights, it was hers. Karl had stolen every cent of it. Left her virtually penniless.

So getting this money back meant she had beaten her ex-husband at his own game. In the end, she’d won.

She should be drinking champagne. Celebrating.

She went to the sink and stared at herself in the small mirror. But what was there to celebrate, really? She’d regained a few strands of her tattered pride. So what? It didn’t change the fact that she was thirty-three years old, had never worked a day in her far-too-cushioned life and had no idea where to go from here.