Chapter 12 - Barbara’s Desperate Final Stand
Barbara pushed herself past Bradley, pressing her hands against the glass barrier, her eyes wild with burning desperation and hatred.
“You ungrateful little witch!” Barbara shrieked, her aristocratic facade completely shattered in front of two hundred onlookers.
“My son gave you his prestigious last name! He brought you into a respectable family! You were nothing before you met him!”
“You owe us! You owe my family for every single year Bradley spent dealing with your boring corporate work!”
I turned my gaze to Barbara, looking at her with a calm, amused smile that cut deeper than any insult ever could.
“Your ‘prestigious family’ was living off three maxed-out credit cards before I paid off your second mortgage, Barbara,” I revealed softly.
“I bought your car, I paid for your husband’s heart surgery, and I funded your daughter’s college tuition.”
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“And every single month, you sat at my dinner table and treated me like trash while eating food purchased with my sweat.”
“The free rides are over, Barbara. All of them.”
