"Two million? That's the payment I owe my crew next week!"
Great-Grandpa let out a sharp, bitter scoff and continued:
"That's not all. She also took out an accidental death policy on you, and guess who the sole beneficiary is? Her. This woman never planned to build a life with you. She's been scheming to devour everything you have and leave you in the ground."
When I heard all of that, something inside me went cold. Went dead.
Seven years.
I'd been with her since college graduation. We sold trinkets from a folding table on the sidewalk. We lived in a basement apartment with no windows.
Then I started the construction company, drinking myself half to death at client dinners night after night until I was vomiting blood from a stomach ulcer. All of it so she could have that sprawling downtown condo, so she could live like a rich man's wife.
And she took the money I'd nearly killed myself to earn, brought other men into our bed, and spent it on them.
She even wanted me dead.
"Great-Grandpa, what do I do?" My jaw was clenched so hard I felt a molar crack.