“Help?” I echoed. “You mean money.”
He nodded. “Vanessa’s in the hospital,” he said.
I studied him for a moment.
“You took everything from me, my home, my dignity. Why should I save you now?”
His eyes filled with tears. “Because I have nothing left.”
I took a deep breath.
Then I said quietly, “That’s not my fault.”
And I closed the door. Three months passed. I later heard that Vanessa gave birth to a healthy baby boy, but Charles wasn’t allowed in the delivery room.
Their relationship fell apart soon after. She moved back to her parents’ house, leaving him alone and bankrupt. He eventually sold the mansion, the one he’d claimed he’d “keep for the baby.” But due to the legal structure, the proceeds went straight to my account.Continue reading…
