Chapter 6 - Sabrina Cole Begs For Mercy In Suburban Charlotte
In a cramped room at a mid-tier motel off Interstate 77, Sabrina Cole sat on the edge of a unmade bed, staring at her phone screen.
Her luxury wardrobe, designer handbags, and gold jewelry were locked inside her former marital home in the affluent Myers Park neighborhood.
David had changed the security codes on every door and cancelled her credit cards before the sun had even risen over Charlotte.
Her phone rang continuously with calls from news reporters, furious friends, and debt collection agencies demanding immediate payment.
She dialed Grant’s number for the twentieth time, but every attempt went straight to an automated voicemail system indicating a full inbox.
In pure desperation, Sabrina opened her text messages and typed a message to Claire, her fingers trembling violently over the glass keyboard.
“Claire, please talk to David. I made a terrible mistake. Grant lied to me about everything. I have nowhere to go.”
Five minutes passed in grueling silence before three small dots appeared on the screen, indicating Claire was typing a response back.
Sabrina held her breath, her heart pounding against her ribs as she waited for a shred of sympathy from the woman she had mocked.
The message appeared on her screen: “You told me last night that there was nothing left for me. It seems you were describing your own future.”
Sabrina dropped her phone onto the worn carpet, burying her face in her hands as silent, bitter tears spilled over her cheeks.
She remembered standing in Claire’s lake house, admiring the floating staircase and choosing curtains for a bedroom that was never hers.
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She had traded her comfortable, secure life with a loyal husband for the hollow promises of a man who was now a fugitive from his own company.
Outside her motel window, the roar of morning traffic on the highway reminded her that the world was moving on without her.
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