Her Billion-Dollar Betrayal

embling. The sheer audacity of it burned through t

hink of a reply, my p

st swiped. Someone must have grabbed it and sent

erfect imitation

g to see if I can earn some of that

lie was so effort

e surprised me. "My mom is

he other end. Then, a

you trying to get money out of me? I just told you, I'

She h

s. Broke. She called us broke while she was in a suite

a message from a guy I knew from an old job, Mark. We we

ge was a

to her lies. Her and Ethan, clinking champagne glasses. Her and Ethan, wrapped in fluffy hotel

llage in a delicate, looping font: "A

hort message: "Dude, saw this on her story. You're

. I was the construction worker. The game. T

mplete fabrication. And in the rubble of it all, my mother lay in a ho

hardened into something e

ve