His parents were getting older. More than anything, they wanted their son to settle down somewhere close.
To support his dream of starting a business, I abandoned my own plans.
I took an ordinary job and stayed behind in his hometown to look after them.
During the hardest years of his startup, every paycheck I earned went straight to him—every last cent. I lived off his parents, eating their food, sleeping under their roof.
When they got sick, when anything needed handling, I was the one running around taking care of it.
And now, he was telling me he valued another woman's company more.
My nails dug into my palms without my realizing it.
The moment I walked in, Alma hurried over and took my hands.
"I'm so sorry, Millicent. Kevin's just—he's lost his mind. Let me talk some sense into him..."
Kevin's agitation spiked.
"Millicent, you're the one who brought up breaking up! Tell them!" He jabbed a finger toward his parents. "Tell them Camille isn't a homewrecker!"
Ronald James had heard enough. His foot connected with Kevin's chest, sending him sprawling.
"You worthless bastard!"
"Throw that woman out and apologize to Millicent. Now. Or you can get the hell out of this house."