He hadn’t just used my money, he had lied about who he was from the very first day we met. I left the building with my hands shaking, knowing that the truth was about to destroy the Gable family’s facade.
I didn’t return to the house alone to get my things. I arrived two days later with Brenda and a security escort to retrieve my electronics, my passport, and my clothing.
Mrs. Gable stood on the porch like she was ready for a performance. “Look at her,” she yelled to the street. “The wealthy elitist is here to take things that don’t belong to her.”
Blake followed her out with a wounded expression, trying to use the soft tone he always used to manipulate me. “Mackenzie, we can talk about this privately without all these people involved,” he said.
I looked at him and felt absolutely nothing. “There is nothing left to discuss because you didn’t just lie to me for a few months, you scammed me from the start,” I told him.
Brenda stepped forward and handed him the documents regarding his previous marriage. Blake’s face turned ashen and Mrs. Gable finally went silent as they realized the game was over.