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Mirabella
With trembling hands, I ran to my room. Once there, I snatched my phone, my fingers fumbling as I dialed Ethan's number. It rang once before going straight to voicemail. I tried again and again. Each time, the result was the same. "Pick up, damn it!" I screamed into the void. "You cannot do this to me!"
I paced the room, begging the walls for his number to go through. Somehow, my mind pointed toward my lawyer. I needed someone who could make sense of this legal nightmare. I scrolled through my contacts and tapped on my lawyer's name. The line connected after a few rings. "Ms. Carter," came the calm voice of Ms. Thompson. "I was just about to call you."
"Did you see the papers?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes," she replied, her tone grave. "Ethan's team f
