Chapter 7
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After much deliberation that evening, I accepted his request on WhatsApp.
When I got out of the shower, my phone was buzzing with messages from him: [You knew about my lung cancer all along, didn’t you?]
I toweled off my hair and replied simply: [Yes.]
The typing indicator flickered for several minutes before a barrage of messages flooded in.
[You heartless witch! You kept my cancer diagnosis from me. You’re practically a murderer!]
[I’ll see you in court! You’ll rot in jail for this!]
It was followed by a stream of expletives.
His messages ignited my fury.
Did he really think I didn’t want to tell him? He used the 300 thousand dollars to buy a house for his mistress. I asked him to get it back, but he accused me of not being sensible about her.
Why should I have told him about his illness when he couldn’t afford treatment? Was I supposed to take out loans for his medical bills and be stuck paying them after he died?
I replied: [You ignored your health despite my warnings to cut back on smoking. Don’t you dare blame me for this.]
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Then, I blocked him again.
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He tried adding me again, but I rejected it outright. I was done with his drama.
The next morning, a knock at my door revealed a skinny figure in a hospital gown. It was Nolan.
I was startled, having no idea how he’d found my address. I stepped back warily. “What do you want?”
He grabbed my leg, begging, “Selena, please, I need to borrow money!”
“I don’t have any. Try someone else,” I said coldly, moving to shut the door.
He blocked it, shouting, “Don’t lie! You must have money. I gave you 350 thousand dollars in the divorce!”
“That’s my money, and I don’t have to lend it to anyone,” I snapped. “You had enough to buy Andrea luxury bags worth tens of thousands of dollars, but now you’re begging your ex–wife for money?”
Did he really think I was that much of a pushover?
My raised voice drew curious neighbors to their windows.
Nolan, always conscious of his image, fell silent though he refused to leave.
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He might not care about losing his dignity, but I cared.
“Leave, or I’m calling the police,” I warned.
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Only then did he finally storm off, but not before shooting me a venomous glare.
