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Arthur Vance was gone. He had taken every servant, every driver, and every shred of his presence with him, leaving Sarah Vance alone in a mausoleum of marble and cold echoes.

Sarah stood in the center of the hollow foyer, the silence ringing in her ears. She knew Arthur’s patterns; he was a shark in the boardroom, and he would apply that same predatory ruthlessness to their divorce