Synopsis:

My 7-year-old son locked me out on the balcony in the 109-degree heat just so he could steal money and give it to My husband's old flame, Pamela Collins. He said he needed the money to cure her cat. By the time Raymond and Timothy came back to let me out, I was already barely hanging on. Luckily, a neighbor found me in time and rushed me to the hospital. I survived, but when I woke up, still simmering with rage and waiting for an explanation from Timothy, all he did was pout and say, without a trace of remorse. "Mom knew that cat was Pamela's emotional support, but she wouldn't let Dad and me use the family's money to save it, I didn't have a choice. Plus, I only left her out there for a little while, I didn't know she was that weak, some heat could kill her." Raymond chimed in, agreeing, "Maybe you should listen to Timothy next time. Stop being so petty. Good deeds bring good rewards" But the money they took was the savings I had been putting away for Timothy's tuition... I've had enough of this family. If Raymond and Timothy wanna waste everything on Pamela's endless needs, then be it. I discharged myself the day before Raymond and Timothy were supposed to pick me up, and I cut off all contact with them.

Catalogue:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6
• Chapter 7
• Chapter 8