“Please stop complaining about everything, because we are just trying to help my family get through this crisis,” she concluded.
I stared at him for a long time, waiting for him to burst out laughing or say it was just a silly joke.
But my husband was completely serious, and there wasn’t the slightest trace of humor in his expressionless gaze.
Then Evelyn approached me and smiled at me with such fake kindness that I got goosebumps.
“Look, Allison, my son deserves all this simply for marrying you,” he said with a smug smile.
“The time has come for you to start sharing your wealth with the people who matter most to you,” she whispered.
At that precise moment, I understood the reality of my marriage and the people I had let into my life.
To them, I was never a member of the family, but simply a bank card they could use and throw away.
Then I smiled slowly, and a cold sense of clarity completely enveloped me.
“You’re absolutely right, Trevor, fresh air is wonderful for people who are about to become homeless,” I said quietly.
My words made him frown, and he put the glass down on the counter with a confused expression on his face.
“What did you just tell me?” he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
I didn’t answer him, I took my laptop out of my backpack and headed straight to the basement, in the garden.
No one in that house could have imagined that, while they were toasting in my villa, I would slam the door, putting an end to their false victory.
They couldn’t believe what was about to happen when the night air began to cool.
The small storage room smelled of damp earth, chemical fertilizers, and old wood that had been there for years.
In a dark corner stood a flimsy folding bed that Trevor dared to call a dresser.
My bags of clothes were scattered on the floor like trash, which showed that my whole life meant nothing to those people.
I sat down on an old metal toolbox, opened my laptop, and took a deep breath to calm my nerves.
