He Faked Broke, Now He Is
The day Jack Prescott's family went "bankrupt," he dumped me on the spot.
"My mom's house is getting auctioned. I don't want you dragged into this."
I actually bought it. Went against my family and stuck by him, slinging street food just to scrape by.
"Don't stress. I'll help you buy it back."
Three years of nonstop work—burn scars up and down my arms—and I finally scraped together a small fortune.
The day we were supposed to sign the papers, I caught him on the phone.
"Jack, you coming back?" some guy asked.
Jack flicked his cigarette, all smug. "What's the rush? I'm still milking this sad little simp. She's totally whipped. It just keeps getting funnier."
All that time, all that love? Just a joke to him.