My mother lay on a hospital bed, breathing through a ventilator. I had just called my secretary, asking her to gather the money as soon as possible, when Emily and Grant walked in, laughing together.
A new Maybach key hung from Grant’s fingers, which he spun with pride.
I gave a cold smile. “Nice car. Just bought it? How much did it cost?”
Emily frowned right away. “That’s enough. It’s just a Maybach. Why are you being so sarcastic? Are you really that short on money?”
I laughed in disbelief. My mother was lying in the hospital, waiting for the surgery funds, and my wife, my own wife, wasn’t even here for her. Yet when I showed my frustration, she scolded me instead.
“Mom’s surgery is soon. Are you staying here with me or not?”
I held back my anger, wanting to give Emily one last chance.
She turned to Grant and hesitated, saying nothing. In that moment, I understood everything.
Grant lifted the hand he was holding with hers and smiled.
“Sorry, brother-in-law, but Emily already agreed to go to the bar with me for my birthday. You’re a bit late.”
What? Go to a bar for his birthday?