“You don’t have a penny to your name right now, and if you keep acting ungrateful, I won’t hesitate to let you find out what it’s like to live on the streets.”
“How do you know I don’t have any money?” I asked, stunned.
He let out a scoff, his voice dripping with disdain. “From your greedy parents and brother. Do you think I wouldn’t notice? They treat me like an ATM, showing up every other day to ask for money. It’s exhausting. So, I gave them your bank card password.”
I froze, the weight of his words crushing me.
“But don’t worry, I can support you, no problem, but I’m under no obligation to take care of your family.”
So that was it. Years of hard work, the savings I’d carefully built up—they had drained it all, leaving me nothing.
“You come with so much baggage,” he sneered. “Your entire freeloading family, all their endless troubles. Anne never drags me into these kinds of messes.”
His words cut deeper than the cold rain.
Anne was ever so sweet, so considerate, and so perfect in his eyes.
He actually believed she had never bothered him?
My mind flashed back to when I just got pregnant. My parents had come demanding money again. Knowing I’d need the savings during maternity leave, I refused for the first time.
That was all it took for my brother to explode in anger, accusing me of growing a backbone after marriage. In the scuffle, he shoved me down the stairs.
I had nearly lost the baby. My arm was dislocated from the fall as I desperately protected my stomach.
When I called Evan, he was busy comforting Anne, who had run away from home after an argument with her father.
The moment Evan realized it was another issue with my family, he grew impatient and tossed the phone aside, barely listening to what I had to say.
Instead, he focused on soothing Anne, promising that if her parents favored her brother again, he wouldn’t hesitate to make them suffer some business losses.
I clutched my dislocated arm, redialing his number over and over. When he finally picked up, all I got was a curt response, “Handle it yourself.”
To make matters worse, he had already taken it upon himself to share my bank card password with my family, claiming it was the last time he’d clean up my mess.
The call was still connected when Anne’s playful voice rang out in the background, “Evan, if Claire doesn’t come back, it’ll just be the two of us standing in the center. Won’t she get jealous?”
Evan’s reply was laced with indifference, clearly meant for me to hear.
“Don’t worry about her. She brought this on herself. Even if she doesn’t show up for the photo, she still owes you an apology.”
I stayed silent, hanging up without a word. Then, swallowing my pride, I borrowed money from a friend and headed to the hospital to register at the obstetrics and gynecology department.
