17 End of All Lies
My mother continued to yell nonsense at Lawrence as she refuses to accept what he had just said. All the while, my father was silent, and he seemed to be deep in thought. I was grateful that he didn’t say anything to make the situation worst for me. There was no way that I could pay back 700 million dollars of debt. I mean, I didn’t even have a job. I was just a housewife that lived the high life as I acted out the role of George’s perfect wife.
While my mother bombarded Lawrence with her tantrum, my father pulled out his phone and started calling someone. I glanced over at him and wondered what he was doing at a time like this. Perhaps he was calling someone that could potentially help us turn the situation around. Maybe if we can negotiate the debt down, we could pay the debt off slowly. As far as I was aware, my father’s company was doing well and so he should have some money.
“I need your help. Yes, it’s regarding my daughter. I want to disown her immediately. I would appreciate it if you could help process the documents required as soon as possible,” my father spoke calmly through the phone.
From what he was saying I could figure out that it was definitely his lawyer on the other end of the line. However, that wasn’t the most important thing that I should be caring about right now.
“You’re disowning me?! Are you serious?” I spat at him in disgust.
“Of course, I’m serious. You’re a complete failure as a daughter. A complete disgrace to this family,” my father spat at me in return.
“Are you doing this because of the debt?” I asked breathlessly.
“Yes. There is no way I am getting dragged into this shit. I’m disowning you before it affects my wealth. I am not spending a single cent of my money to pay of your husband’s debt!” my father shouted before he slammed his phone down on the coffee table in front of him.
“That’s right. We married you off to a wealthy man and look what happened? You couldn’t even manage your own husband. You were tricked by him into signing some papers and you didn’t even know?” my mother turned and yelled at me.
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“How can you say these things to me? I married that man because you told me to. You chose him for me! I did everything that you wanted!” I cried out in my anger and frustration.
This was complete madness. How dare they blame it all on me? When things were going well, they gladly took George’s money and sold me off. Now that things were not going the way that they wanted, they’re readily abandoning me. I should have known that something like this was going to happen. This is all my fault for believing that they ever considered me as their daughter.
“Get out! You’re no longer our daughter. My lawyer will send you the documents when it’s done. Just sign it then. Now, just get out!” my father shouted as he pointed his finger at the door.
“This is so shameful. How am I going to explain this to my friends? This is insane...such an embarrassment,” my mother complained as she placed the back of her hand on her forehead before sinking back onto the sofa.
“Madame...” Lawrence called me softly.
Wordlessly, I returned to my bedroom where I grabbed my handbag before I marched back downstairs and out of the house without looking back. This life of playing their perfect daughter is now officially over.
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Without a place to go, I returned to the penthouse that I used to share with my husband. It was hard to believe that just a few days ago, we were living there together. Although our relationship was far from normal and far from peaceful, I had gotten used to it. I wondered if the cops are done with the penthouse. Honestly, I just wanted to grab something such as my clothes, bags, make up and stuff. After that, I should head to a hotel and stay there for a few days until I figure out my next move.
To my surprise, there were many people in the penthouse, and they were busy moving and packing things. My eyes widened in shock and slight confusion at what was happening. The people were so focused on their work that they didn’t pay any attention to me at all. Did they not know who I was?
“Excuse me. What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Oh...we’re movers. We were hired to pack and move everything out of this place,” a man replied.
“Sorry but...who ordered you to do this? This is my penthouse and the things that you are packing and moving away are my belongings,” I said as I gestured to the things that they have packed away.
“I see. So, you were the owner of this penthouse, right? I thought you were already informed but, this penthouse is going to be sold off along with everything that is in it after it has been appraised. You know, to pay off the debt...” the man explained before smiling tightly at me.
“What? They’re forcing us to sell everything?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yes, Madame. Apparently, that is the case here...” the man said with a uneasy smile before he handed me some documents.
“This is ridiculous. I’m going to grab my belongings. My bags, my clothes, all my jewelry...” I said heatedly as I shoved the document back into the man’s hand.
“You can’t do that, Madame. Everything here will be appraised and sold including your bags, clothes, jewelry, and everything else,” the man repeated.
“No! I will never allow that. You have no idea how rare these bags are or how much trouble it took for me to win the auction for these jewelries. These bags are all limited edition and for this brand, people wait years on the waiting list just to get their hands on one. You just don’t understand...” I said quickly.
“I do understand that it is unfortunate for you, Madame...but I’m just doing my job. Now, if you will please step aside so that we can get on with our work,” the man said before he got on with his job.
–To be continued...
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