I Refuse to Divorce!
Her delicate, pale fingers pulled one out, trembling slightly as she lit it.
Molly had applied ointment to her knees, but the small scars would remain. She didn’t mind anymore.
Right now, all Molly wanted was to make money. Once she saved up 50 million dollars, she’d leave the industry. She would repay what she owed Ocelotte and take her grandmother to the countryside.
Maybe she would marry an honest man, or maybe she’d grow old alone. Who knew?
With her small, palm-sized face, Molly's features glowed faintly in the dark of the night. She relaxed as she took a drag from the cigarette, exhaling the smoke.
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