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Somewhere in Paris, Valerie scowls at her phone in complete disdain. Once, twice, three times, Adeline doesn't pick up.

"That fucking cunt thinks she can get away forever," she curses the moment she picks up a cup of coffee from the table and drinks it.

"Calm down, Valerie. I'm sure she's just too scared. Do you think she's still going out with your husband? A french blonde woman asks, making Valerie's face twist into an unfamiliar one. She can't understand why Corey would still be ...