“That car was mine!”
“Oh, Charles,” I said, savoring every word. “You mean the car you bought with our money? The money meant for Eva’s future?
It’s back where it belongs—her college fund.”
“You’re vindictive,” he spat. “You’re ruining my life!”
I laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. “I’m ruining your life?
That’s rich coming from a man who drained our savings, betrayed our family, and thought he could charm his way to the top with a shiny car and lies. Look around, Charles. You did this to yourself.”
The line went silent for a moment, and I could almost hear him pacing in that cramped little apartment he’d moved into.
No more sprawling suburban home, no more luxury. Just four walls and the harsh reality of his choices.
“Do you think this makes you better than me?” he finally said, his voice quieter but no less venomous.
“I don’t think I’m better,” I replied, my tone even. “I know I am.
And so are our kids.”
Eva’s fund was back where it belonged, and for the first time in weeks, I felt a weight lift from my chest.
The best part? Veronica and I stayed in touch. She occasionally sent me updates about Charles’ pathetic attempts to claw his way back into the corporate world.
No one wanted him. His name had become synonymous with failure and deceit.
The last time we spoke, she chuckled and said, “You know, Emma, Charles thought he was playing the game. Turns out, we were better players.”
I smiled, imagining Charles stewing in his misery.
“Poetic, isn’t it?”
And with that, I hung up, my future finally free of him.
Source: amomama
