Trash for Her Debts

"Dad, do you have a fever?"

My daughter, Elyse Day, reached out her chubby little hand, trying to touch my forehead.

I grabbed her hand, and something in my chest twisted painfully.

A year ago, her hands had still been soft and plump. Now there were faint calluses on her palms. You didn’t get hands like that without living carefully, counting every dollar, just like her mom.

I’d failed them.

I used to look down on the two of them for being cheap. Even buying an ice cream meant comparing prices at three different stores before committing.

Now I understood. Alisha West, my wife, had been preparing for the family’s collapse all along.

"Kiddo, I’m not sick." I rubbed my temples. "I just… finally figured things out."

At that, Alisha and Elyse exchanged a glance, then quietly went back to flattening cardboard boxes.

The comments drifted across my vision again.

[Oh? The spendthrift Kayden Day’s changing his ways? Yeah right. He’s definitely faking it to trick her into buying him something even more expensive]

[Exactly. People like him don’t change. A spoiled rich boy has no idea what real hardship looks like.]

[Alisha’s got it rough. Right before bankruptcy, and she’s still being drained dry by this man.]

That was bullshit.

Yeah, I used to spend money like it meant nothing, but I wasn’t heartless.

If Alisha had been carrying this family on her back, then I could damn well eat scraps right alongside her.

That night, I couldn’t sleep.

Lying on the oversized king bed, my thoughts were a mess.

Alisha slept beside me, her breathing steady. However, even in her sleep, her brow was tightly furrowed, like she was still worrying about West Star Holdings’s debts.

More comments floated past.

[She definitely didn’t eat enough tonight. Those two pieces of pulled pork all went into his stomach.]

[The creditors’ meeting is tomorrow. No way she’s sleeping well.]

That was not fair.

I’d picked those pieces for her on purpose. She was the one who said she didn’t like meat and pushed them back onto my plate.

So… she just didn’t want to eat it.

I turned toward her and, in the pale moonlight, gently smoothed the crease between her brows.

"Alisha, I’m sorry," I murmured, my chest tight. "I won’t buy watches anymore. I won’t indulge in meat either. We’ll get through this together. Pay off the debt, one step at a time. Just… don’t leave me. And don’t go looking for that guy—what was his name…"

Alisha shifted in her sleep, her arm instinctively draping over my waist.

"Mm… stop it…" she mumbled drowsily. "There’s enough money… I’ll buy it for you…"

My hands clenched into fists.

Even now, she was still thinking about buying things for me in her dreams.

I was going to save this woman.