“Aren’t you going to tell me what happened?” Ellen asked quietly. Of course, she would leave him. Their relationship wasn’t strong enough to survive this. She always knew it wouldn’t last; the surprise was that it had survived this long. But she needed to know.

“Nadia? Please.”

Nadia stared out the window at the street below. “Why did you sell our house?” she asked suddenly. “I loved that house.”

“What? Why, I…” Ellen hesitated. “We needed the money.”

“He needed it.”

“He had debts.”

“Gambling debts.”

“…Yes.”

“Damn him!” she burst out. “He stole my life! And you let him!”

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