“Okay,” I replied, my voice steady. “Under one condition.”
Amber brightened up, possibly believing she had won.
I took a step forward and stood directly in front of her, eye to eye.
“Tell me, Amber… who was it that spent the past two years mocking me, calling me a gold-digger and a sugar-baby? Who was it that told me I’d never be your family, who didn’t even send a card when Emma died, and who just had the audacity to get her name wrong while asking for her money?”
I stepped forward until I was standing right in front of her, eye to eye.
“You’re being petty,” Frank said. “It’s just money. It’s not like she’s asking for Emma’s personal stuff.”
“Petty?” I repeated. “Fine, let’s call it that, if you like, but I swear to both of you now that I would sooner take every last cent of that money and throw it in the trash than give it to you,” I pointed at Amber, “you greedy, heartless little opportunist.”
She opened her mouth, but I was finished. I am done with her, with Frank, and with pretending that being married to someone meant tolerating their brutality by proxy.
I fled the room before they could say anything else.
That night, I withdrew my name from the college fund account and transferred the entire balance to Tom.
I texted him, “Emma’s money is safest with you,” when I informed him of the transfer. “I’ll explain everything soon.”
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