Chapter 8 - Selina Confronts Her Worst Nightmare
Selina snatched her son’s phone out of his trembling hand, staring at the frozen account balances with mounting hysteria.
“Zero dollars? How is this possible?! I have a hairdresser appointment at noon and a charity gala this Friday!” Selina shrieked in disbelief.
“Your lifestyle was built on embezzlement and fraudulent loans, Selina; bills eventually come due,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
Selina turned her fury toward me, pointing a shaking, diamond-ringed finger directly at my face.
“You ungrateful little witch! You planned this all along, didn't you?! You trapped my son just to ruin our family!” she screamed.
“I didn't plan for him to steal my money or abandon me in labor, Selina; he accomplished those achievements entirely on his own,” I fired back.
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Rowan climbed unsteadily to his feet, running both hands through his messy hair as he realized his entire world had crumbled.
“Phoebe, please... drop the charges, call your father’s lawyers off, and I’ll sign whatever divorce papers you want,” Rowan whispered brokenly.
