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The air in the cold, cavernous living room felt thin as Maddy looked up at her mother with eyes that held too much clarity for a three-year-old. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Are you going to divorce Daddy?"

Sarah Vance froze. She didn't have an answer. In the elite world of Haicheng, divorce wasn't just a signature; it was a war of attrition