The $800 Mistake: Becoming My Ex's Mother-in-Law

. Gwendolyn, now safely back in her own worn jeans and a gra

orsche swerved to a stop, and Jordi jumped out, hi

the strap of her backpack and

gh for everyone to hear. "The second we break up, y

d them, phones already recording.

k on her face. "I guess we know why you weren't that upset, don

the man whose dreams she had put before her own. He looked pathetic. A spoile

her voice steady and sharp, "it's better than being a parasite who l

"I got the internship at STG on m

ched into her backpack and pulled out a thick sheaf of

. The papers scattered at

voice ringing with newfound strength. "Let's talk

"Your sophomore year tuition. Twenty tho

grab the papers. Chloe and a couple

ousand a month, paid for with cash advances from my credit cards. The very cards you max

on their faces shifted from curiosity to contempt.

epped away from him as if he were diseased. "Even that Armani suit you're we

stammered, his face p

had maxed out her third credit card. A cold, heavy knot of fear and suspicion had settled in her stomach, prompting her to discreetly hit the record button on her

refully constructed image of a s

phone, her fingers tapping away with grim sa

You have twenty-four hours to wire it to my account. If you don't, I'm taking these state

ntire future. He looked at her, truly seeing her for the first time in years

lterated satisfaction

leave, her h

s voice, sharp and venomous, stopped