“I funded every dollar of that money from the sale of my company seven years ago,” I said. Justin let out a hollow laugh and told me that I was lying to him because I wanted to feel powerful for once in my life.
“You can call Elias Thorne if you want to see the original funding documents and the tax returns,” I suggested. He swore at me and hung up the phone which left me standing in the quiet of my kitchen with a cold cup of coffee.
The pounding on my front door started an hour later and I knew it was Sienna before I even reached the hallway. I looked through the peephole and saw her standing there with messy hair and a coat thrown over her pajamas.
“Open this door right now, Joanna,” she screamed while she hit the wood with her fist. I opened the door just a few inches and looked at her with a neutral expression that seemed to make her even angrier.
“The bank just called me and told me that my mortgage payment bounced because the account is empty,” she sobbed. I told her that she should have thought about her mortgage before she taught her son to treat me like a servant.