I Walked In and Found My Mother-in-Law Pulling My Daughter's Hair—Then I Slapped My Billionaire Son-in-Law Three Times
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Chapter 2 – The Diner
Chapter 2 – The Diner
Carter's Table smelled exactly as it always had.
Fresh coffee.
Warm bread.
Apple pie cooling by the window.
Regular customers immediately noticed Hannah's bruised face.
No one asked questions.
Instead, old Mr. Jenkins quietly locked the front door.
Another customer handed Evelyn a business card.
"My daughter is a trauma counselor."
"She'll come tonight."
The diner had never been wealthy.
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But it had always been rich in something money couldn't buy.
People.
