His Perfect Prey: Her Reckoning
d our life, flashed through my mind. The irony was a punch to the gut. Here I was, pu
, loud and grating, c
y son' s hard-earned mone
face a mask of indignation. She was a woman who believ
ing way above your means, and for wha
outs of Zelle transfers. Tiny amounts. Twenty
his poor mother out, while you drain his accoun
into our joint life, into supporting Mark. He was painting himself as the provider to his mother
e smile, glided past. "O
silk dress – my one truly expensive designer piece, a gift to mysel
No one offered a napkin. No one met my eye. It was as if I'
ine and shame clinging to me. I felt utterly drained, my legs weak. The noise
home, to crawl int
a blur. I found Leo in his room, a brand-new VR hea
egan, my vo
ile vanishing when he saw me. Or
ened to yo
our day?" I tried for a
back to his game. "Fine. Dad
ark "surprised" him with i
we talk fo
e adult nonsense. "What? You' re always working and stressed
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