My husband came home in tears, claiming his business partner let him down and begged me to sell my late dad’s apartment to “save us.” I actually did, thinking I was helping my husband. But yesterday, I saw a message from another woman that revealed everything; he’d planned this betrayal from the start. He wasn’t ready for my revenge...
Tom walked through the front door, his face all red and teary from crying. Throwing his arms up, he mumbled something about the mess we were in. "I can't believe it," he said, shaking his head like the world was ending. I watched him, trying to see past the dramatics, but it was hard. He always had a flair for making everything seem so big and dire, especially when he was the center of attention.
He dropped his briefcase, looking like he’d just lost everything. "That bastard," he started, "my business partner. He burned me." He made it sound like it was the end of the world. Tom had a way with words that got your attention but also made you wonder. Was he telling the whole truth, or was there more just waiting underneath the surface?
"Please, we’ve got no other choice," he went on, staring straight at me. He got me thinking of the apartment my dad left me. Tom swore it would save us and that we'd bounce back. I felt torn, but in the end, his words convinced me. I didn’t see it then—the way he wove stories to get what he wanted. I thought I was helping. How wrong I was.