I had invested half a million dollars in his business. Two hundred thousand of that had been my mother's savings, money she had put aside as my dowry. Eight years of my life were wasted. But now, I wanted that money back. I needed it to give my mother a proper farewell, to ensure her dignity in death.
"Rachel, you are so shameless," Mark spat, smashing a pendant for dispensing in my face. Then he grabbed Chloe's platinum bag, flaunting it in front of me. "Do you really think I am poor with this amount of money?"
"I am not stingy," he sneered. "You just don't deserve it!"
He raised his voice, drawing the attention of passersby. "There are so many things to do for the company. I will spend money on Chloe because she is worth it. She deserves my appreciation for her hard work. But you? You are useless. Always lazy, always causing trouble. You can't even handle the simplest things. All you know is to fight over jealousy and disgrace people!"
I pressed my hand to my forehead, feeling the warm trickle of blood from where the pendant had hit me.
My silence seemed to make Mark think I was once again backing down. He softened his tone.