Novel & Cerita Ordeal By Check Story

They’d look for weaknesses, for cracks. He had looked at me like he was sure that I was going to break under all the pressure. The thought terrified me. But it also lit a fire in me—a determination to prove him wrong. I wasn’t just some pawn in his game. I was stronger than he thought, stronger than I even realized. And if this marriage was going to be a test of my strength, I was determined to pass it. Whatever it took.

And if that wasn’t enough, today’s cherry on top: a bounced check. A bounced check. Me. Darren Johnson. The man who’d built an empire on airtight contracts and cash that flowed like water. Watching a bank statement where six zeroes should have been — and instead, an ugly red stamp: Insufficient Funds. “What the hell is happening?” I muttered, slamming the papers against my desk so hard the tumbler of bourbon rattled. “Why does everything I work for… fall apart the second I touch it?” Because that’s what it felt like — like I was cursed. Like the ground was shifting under my feet faster than I could plant them.

“Tell me!” “A contract,” I said casually. “Something real, not just words!” “I see.” Frade let go of his hand and went to the table. He found a little book and wrote something on it with a pen. He gave me an evil smile and stuffed the check into my bra. “Is this enough?” I took out the check and saw that the number on it was $1 million. The pen ink on the check was still wet, and there was a faint smell of ink floating on the surface of the check.

Claire was livid as she asked the bank teller, “Then… Tell me, is this check legitimate?” She also began to doubt its authenticity. However, the bank teller said, “I’m sorry, madame. I cannot verify it since the stamp on the check has been defaced. So, I don’t know if it’s a legitimate check.” Surrounded by Madam White’s mockery and taunt, Claire left the bank dejectedly. And immediately, intense hatred for Alex roared within herself. “I knew it, it’s fake! How dare this trash give me a fake check and make me happy for nothing while suffering such a great shame. Oh, you are in deep trouble, Alex!”

That check was a big help, and it can provide me and my child the life we deserve. I had all the reason to refuse it. To tear it up into little pieces and shove it under his nose. Maybe that’s why I’d held on to it for so long because a part of me wanted the satisfaction of throwing it back at him, and I just did it indeed satisfying. The check was my reminder that ALelandro gave to me, and somehow he thinks that I’m just some random whore, but what had that got me? A dead-end job that sucked the life out of me on a daily basis, and some asshole run away with my money.

I wasn't hurting for cash, though, so I held off on selling and started thinking about putting together an exhibition instead. Meanwhile, the private investigator Dad had hired finally gathered enough evidence to prove Gavin's bigamy. Brooke filed suit and demanded that Gavin repay every single cent he'd swindled out of me during our sham of a marriage. His company was bankrupt, and he was unemployed, with nothing to his name.

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Mark took the check from Brian and threw it at the men. “Fill in however much you want.” The men were afraid at first, but when Mark told them to fill in whatever they wanted, they thought that he was a cowardly employer who used money to solve his problems. Pleased with themselves, they filled the check with what they thought was an astronomical sum of money. “We’re not cheating you,” they boasted, “Aside from damage costs, there are also fees for the mental damage on our end. It’s not an exaggeration.”

He gripped the metal until his knuckles turned white, his head bowed in defeat or frustration. My voice was soft but unwavering as I delivered the final blow. “We can’t spend our whole lives running, Wolfe.”