Ivan exhaled deeply and stood up from his seat, walking from one end of the room to another with his hands in his pockets. The sound of his shoes echoed as he paced around. The air felt stuffy, and he felt burdened by the secrets that had been kept from him. Despite his unhappiness, he found some relief from his struggles. "I actually had all this wealth, and they allowed me to suffer with my ex-wife," he thought aloud to himself. His right hand was on his mouth while the other rested on his back, and Ivan looked visibly disturbed. "We are sorry to have kept this information from you," someone said. Ivan looked at them but remained silent. He quietly walked into his room to contemplate his next steps. Truly, he still lived with his wife, but he had a flashback of their time together. She never respected him as her husband because he had nothing. Ivan let out a smirk on his face. "I will make her regret what she did to me," he declared. This wasn't his plan, but she never had patie
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