The sun was blazing.
Jeffrey picked the brightest, most scorching spot to sit.
Just to show off on social media, he snapped a selfie. [My wife is busy working, and I’m busy missing her.]
Thanks to my last birthday bash, he got to know a lot of my friends.
It did not take long for his post to get a shower of likes and comments.
[You’re such a great guy!]
[Lucky girl to be your girlfriend!]
I scoffed at that.
Back when I wanted him to meet me after work, he would whine about me being overweight and dodge the ask.
I had slimmed down and glammed up, but he was plotting to milk me dry of cash and affection before he tried to make off with a cool 150 million.
I was plotting my own scheme to reel him in when an unexpected comment cut through the noise.
[Yasmine, it’s boiling out there, and you’ve got your boyfriend roasting in the sun? How thoughtless!]
I glanced at the screen.
Ha, it was Sophie–the one who rushed me to the hospital yesterday only to dash off after a
call.
Talk about easy. My plan was working without me lifting a finger.
The fish was biting all on its own!
I started crafting a reply to Sophie.
Her text buzzed in with the urgency of a five–alarm fire.
[Yasmine, it’s like your whole family’s conscience has been gobbled up!]
[My dad has been slaving away for your family, and now your dad’s throwing embezzlement accusations at him!]
[Jeff has been nothing but sweet to you, and you can’t even spring for his coffee. Doesn’t that sting, just a little?]
In my previous life, my family had hit rock bottom. Sophie, on the other hand, lived an
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