His Revenge, My Unwanted Fortune

a lead weight in my pocket. My mind screamed at me to get rid of it, to erase this fin

by... this tiny, unborn life... was all I had left. It was a part of me. It was the last piece of my family. My parents were

my heart, quiet and firm

nce commanded boardrooms now spent her days trying to find a safe place to rest and enough food to keep herself and her unborn child alive. Days blurred into a mo

a library trying to stay warm, a fa

oe Miller,

since the scandal broke, too ashamed to face her or anyone from my past. She looked at m

She just wrapped her arms around me, and for

and a safe place to stay. When I told her I was pregnant, she didn

ded to find a way to make money, a way to support myself and my

itantly, "people make a lot of money on these live-streaming apps. You cou

." I started streaming from a corner of Sarah's living room. At first, it was just normal content. I talked about books, abou

w, and the fear was a constant k

hey played on the fantasies of their viewers. It was a world away from the life I once kn

, made my words a little more suggestive. The donations started pouring in. Men sent virtual gifts, asked

ice. This wasn't for me. It was for my child. I was doing what I had to do to survive, to provide. I was

o a small, cheap apartment of my own. I bought baby clothes. I started s

ly men on the internet. I pushed the memories of Ethan, of my parents, of the life I lost, deep down into a dark corner of my mind. I was ad