While I was calculating whether we could afford heating oil in January, this woman was buying diamond tennis bracelets with my son’s child support.
“Why, Sophia?” Vincent whispered, rising from his chair like an avenging demon from the underworld.
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“Because she didn’t deserve it!” Sophia shrieked, jumping to her feet with hysterical, ugly fury.
“She walked away from you! She abandoned the family! Why should she get five million dollars of your empire while I raised Ethan alone in your shadow?” she cried.
“She didn’t abandon me, Sophia; she left because you laid down in my bed and manufactured a child to steal my name!” Vincent snarled.
Ethan stepped through the double doors from the hallway, his face pale and sickened as he heard his mother’s frantic, desperate confession.
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“Mom… you stole from them?” Ethan croaked, the honorable-mention certificate slipping from his limp fingers onto the Persian rug.
