When he showed up two weeks ago, I’d actually thought about giving him one last chance. Just to see if he was serious or playing me.
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And honestly, if he’d just kept up the act, maybe I’d have softened up enough to leave him a piece of my
estate.
But he couldn’t even hold it together that long.
Now? That ship had sailed.
I ignored his pleas, turned to the officers, and told them I wanted to press full charges.
Between the money he’d drained and the jewelry he’d swiped, he’d racked up over a hundred grand in theft–more than enough to keep him locked up for years.
As they hauled him to the squad car, he kept staring at me, totally gobsmacked. “I’m your son! How can you send your own son to prison?!”
I didn’t listen.
When he’d lied about a car accident just to scam me out of cash… or drugged me tonight to steal my savings… where was that “family loyalty” then?
After Henry was sentenced, I sold the old house I’d lived in for over a decade and fully moved into my new place—a villa far enough away that he’d never find me if I didn’t want him to.
Months later, I stumbled on a news story about Tina.
She’d been trafficked to some remote, rural place, suffered horrific abuse, and barely survived months of struggle before finally escaping. And who sold her? Mona and her husband.
Turns out they didn’t do it for cash–they traded her for a compatible kidney for their daughter. Their daughter’s surgery was a success, while Tina went through hell.
When she escaped,
the perfect momina went straight for revenge. She tracked Mona and Sebastian for days, waited for
the perfect moment, and then torched their house, killing them both.
Tina didn’t stay free long, though. She was arrested soon after.
Watching the blurred images of Mona and Sebastian charred bodies on the news, I felt like a weight I’d been carrying for over a decade had finally lifted.
Back then, I hadn’t had any proof, no way to touch Mona or Sebastian. But after all these years, karma had come knocking.
In a strange wa
it felt like closure.
After that, I set aside a chunk of my lottery winnings for retirement and donated the rest to different charities.
Too many years wasted on an ungrateful son–but at least I’d stopped the bleeding in time.
Now,
I had the years ahead to live for myself, finally free.
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