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My husband was dead. No, scratch that. Technically, he went missing. He left behind a signed divorce agreement, two unlimited black cards, and the deed to a spacious apartment in downtown Cloudville, a place I’d never even set foot in. I sat on the cold plastic chair at the police station, clutching it all, my mind a total blank. The officer next to me said, "To be blunt, Miss, he’s already given you everything he could." Just then, a neon green comment suddenly floated before my eyes. [Don't be fooled. Alton isn't some fried chicken restaurant owner. He's the only heir to the Walker Group. His family exiled him three years ago, and now that his dad is on his deathbed, Alton has gone back to fight for the family fortune.] I froze, thinking I must be hallucinating after working back-to-back night shifts. But then, another comment floated by. [Alton's ex-wife from Cloudville is just a prop. Alton was faking it the whole time. Even that cute fang that poked her lip when he smiled was glued on.] I instinctively reached for the corner of my mouth, and my hand instantly went cold.