The Wife I Refused to Save

gy bank clutched in her hands. It was a pink ce

bling but clear. "I have money. Y

, an offering of all

ded most, the part my premonition hadn't fu

before, "but that's your money. And I made a promise abo

thetic excuse, an

hear that, Lily? Your father cares more about a p

ramatically. "Oh, my heart... I can'

g at me over her shoulder. "Look wha

el. "Lily, come here. Get away from that man.

red at me, her eyes wide with a qu

to heaven, Daddy

plit second, my resolve wavered. The plan, the evidence, the righteous anger-it all seemed to fade, lea

ails into my palm. I had to see this through. For her, more than anyone. So

I finally managed to

gain, their condemna

en comfort h

pletely h

uld call soc

lashed onto the piggy bank. She shook it, and the sound of c

n here, Daddy. M

. The piggy bank slipped from her grasp and shattered on the tiled floor. Coins-penn

ckingly loud. Eve

change, and a heartbreaking sob escaped her. She knelt down and b

ed, tears welling in her

disgust, looking at me. "You s

my weeping daughter, and I felt a cold, hard kno

is is what you get. You need money? Why don't yo

ed by indignation. "How dare you! We gave you everythi

off and they had a retirement portfolio worth over three hundred thousa

epeated, letting the qu

nowing the truth

ng to blam

piece

bad husband, he's

u have the money, Ethan! We know your comp

s on this payment," I said, r

. "I have a meeti

path. "You're not going anywhere! You're g

o run," I said, tryi

en she sl

apped to the side from the force of it. A red mar

expression unchanged. The sting on my face

ctly level. "That payment is more important than a

owd er

lieva

a psyc

ne sto

d out from the double do

ed, her eyes wide with urgency. "Her bloo