I pulled that familiar number out of my blacklist and dialed, swallowing every shred of dignity I had left.
The call cut off almost immediately. I couldn't reach him. But when I turned to the TV, there he was:
*Simmons Group sole heir spotted with fiancée at baby appointment—Harbor City's golden couple.*
So today was Zelda's checkup day. And Drew was right there beside her.
I transferred every cent I'd saved, a little over three hundred thousand, to buy what time I could.
Drew didn't call back until evening.
"Please. Can you save my grandma? I need the money on that card."
I'd never heard my own voice that low. I wasn't asking for anything except her life.
On the other end, Drew let out a cold, satisfied sound. In his mind, I was exactly what he'd expected: crawling back.
"Come to River Isle Estate tonight. Bring yourself."
That voice—someone who owned everything and knew it—made my whole body go numb.
But the hospital bill Uncle Ferris forwarded left no room for hesitation.
I clenched my teeth and forced out a single word: "Fine."
River Isle Estate. The home Drew had prepared for Zelda. Their future marital home.
Every hallway, every room was lined with photographs of the two of them.