Billionaire hits rock bottom
Cynthia’s arm was around her shoulders, steady, controlling, protective — as if I were the intruder who had broken the law simply by existing in their home.
“Please… Thandeka,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Please believe me. It’s not what you think. I swear, I didn’t—”
“Stop it!” Thandeka cried, shaking her head violently. “I… I don’t know who to trust anymore!”
Cynthia tightened her grip around her daughter, giving me a look that could have pierced steel. It was not anger. Not even malice. It was a victory.
“You’ve heard her, haven’t you, Thandeka?” Cynthia said, voice calm but poisonous. “Do you really want to let a man who brings nothing but lies into your life stay another minute?”
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