Se connecterAfter getting remarried, I started renting out my husband. Whenever his “one true love” called, he’d leave my side without hesitation. I stopped begging, stopped crying, and started charging by the hour instead. Daytime rates: $15,000 an hour. Evenings: $30,000 an hour. Holidays: triple rate. Three months later, my account had grown by nearly $3 million. He promised to help me pick out a gown for a formal dinner, but then she called in tears because she’d nicked her hand while cooking. I didn’t argue. I just held out my payment QR code. One night, I spiked a high fever. On the way to the hospital, she called again, saying the thunder was too loud and she was scared to sleep alone. I quietly took out an umbrella and told my husband to drop me off at the next corner. When he looked at me like he wanted to say something, I only smiled. “Don’t forget to send the money.” Then came the day our daughter was due for a follow-up appointment at the hospital. She called again. “Hugo wants to go to the amusement park. Those big rides really need a man around...” After hanging up, he turned toward our daughter, about to crouch down and explain. But before he could speak, our daughter copied me and held out her hand. “It’s okay, Daddy. Just send the money. Today’s a holiday, so that’s triple.”
Voir plusWhat goes around really does come around.I didn’t return the shares.They belonged to my daughter.After her follow-up exam, I flew back to Northern Europe with Mia.Before long, an extraordinary gift began to reveal itself in her: painting.I hired a private instructor and made sure her talent was carefully nurtured.I kept every one of her paintings, cataloged and protected.I also created a social media account just for her and started posting high-quality scans of her work.She built a following quickly.By the time she was thirteen, she already had a name for herself.I brought her back home to hold her first exhibition.What I hadn’t expected was the turnout.Far more people came than I ever imagined.After that show, her confidence soared.So did her inspiration.More and more ideas poured out of her, and soon her work began selling online for astonishing prices.She kept trying to persuade me to sell some of her earlier paintings too.I refused.But I didn’t stop her from sell
I spun around in shock and realized Mia had gotten out of the car at some point without me noticing.She was clutching the hem of my shirt, her face open and confused.Ethan went white.“Mia... what did you just say?“I’m your father. Are you still angry with me? Is that why you’re saying this?“Mia, I was wrong. Can you forgive me?”Mia took a step back.“Mister, my dad died a long time ago.“He even came to me in my dream during surgery and told me he’d protect me.“So how could you possibly be my dad?”“You heard her,” I snapped. “Leave. Stop trying to upset my daughter.”Ethan’s eyes reddened. His lips parted as if he wanted to say more, but in the end, he walked away like a man who had lost his soul—right before I called the police.But he still didn’t give up.I took time off work and drove Mia to and from school every day.I didn’t let her out of my sight for a second.One night, while I was blow-drying her hair, she suddenly said,“Mommy, why does Hugo’s dad keep showing up nea
“Considering she just came out of surgery, it’s best not to correct her for now,” the doctor had said.“Don’t do anything that might upset her.”I had laughed at that—quietly, bitterly.I never imagined that what I’d said to Ethan, that he no longer deserved to have Mia as a daughter, would come true in a way like this.I bent down and stroked Mia’s hair.“Sweetheart, how would you feel about moving somewhere new with Mommy after you leave the hospital?”I took out the visas I had prepared long ago and moved with my daughter to a small town in Northern Europe.Between what Ethan had paid me for all those hours he rented himself out to Vanessa and what I received in the divorce settlement, Mia and I had more than enough to live comfortably for the rest of our lives.I bought a small villa with a yard and a compact car.It wasn’t the same as the life we had back home, with a housekeeper, a nanny, and a cook.But there was a kind of ordinary happiness in making our own meals and tending t
All the color drained from Ethan’s face.“There’s... no more Mia?”He reached for the wall to steady himself, looking like he might collapse right there onto the floor.“How is that possible? The surgery was almost over...”His hands were shaking. What I had handed him slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.A divorce certificate.And a bankbook.He stared at them blankly.“What is this, Claire? Is that... our last divorce certificate?”He reached for me.“This is my fault. Please, stop scaring me. Just take me to Mia...“I stopped loving Vanessa a long time ago. I only did those things because you never seemed to care about me—only about money. I wanted to provoke you. To get a reaction.”“Provoke me?”I bent down, picked up the bankbook, and hurled it straight at his face.“You used my daughter’s life to provoke me?“Ethan Caldwell, you’re not even human.“This bankbook belongs to Mia.”I forced my trembling fingers to flip it open and pointed at the transaction history inside






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