Chapter 4 - Cutting the Lifelines
The following morning, after dropping Sophie and Ethan off at school, I didn't go to my design firm. I met with my attorney.
Then, I sat in my car and called my accountant. It was time to pull the plug.
“Stop all of it,” I instructed, my voice completely devoid of emotion.
Within two hours, the quiet, monthly payments covering Carol’s restaurant mortgage were permanently stopped. The corporate business credit line that Rebecca used to fund her extravagant catering events—which was tethered directly to my personal accounts—was officially canceled. The commercial catering expansion I had personally guaranteed would receive no further funding from my banks.
And the beautiful, sprawling house where they had humiliated me? The house they paraded around like they owned? It had been purchased with my money, the deed solely in my name.
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I wasn't doing it out of malice or petty revenge. I was simply severing the financial lifelines of a parasite that had been draining my blood for over a decade. I had been the invisible pillar holding up the Dawson family’s comfortable illusion of success.
I was going to let gravity do the rest.
