After My Divorce, My Ex Laughed Outside Court Then I Called My Dad and Fired Every Relative He Planted in Our Company

Eleanor Prescott. Not Eleanor Miller. Not Mrs. Anthony Miller. Not the foolish daughter who had handed five years of her life to a man who used love like a key and family like a bank account.

Eleanor Prescott.

The name felt both unfamiliar and very old, like a coat I’d taken off years ago and just found again at the back of a closet.

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