His Secret Backer
Clothes, jewelry, documents… each item was packed into boxes.
Watching the traces of my life vanish bit by bit, I stood in the living room, my heart devoid of any emotion.
Right at this moment, the phone rang once again.
"Lola, transfer fifty thousand dollars to me. Mandy's eyeing a bag, and I promised to buy it for her."
His tone was a matter of course, without even a single sentence of preamble.
I fell silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.
"Harrison, are you certain you want to borrow money from me just to buy a gift for another woman?"