I looked at the message. A cold, feral, entirely devoid-of-mercy smile stretched across my face. I didn’t reply. I didn’t type out a furious paragraph. I simply placed the phone face down, completely, spectacularly unaware that the financial devastation I had just initiated was merely the opening salvo of a death sentence I was about to execute on their entire reality…
Chapter 3: The Asphyxiation
The next forty-eight hours were a masterclass in total, silent, financial asphyxiation.
While Clara rested safely in our home, recovering from the physical and emotional shock of the assault, I locked myself in my study and brought my family’s entire world down to the absolute studs.
If they wanted to treat the pregnant mother of my child like a diseased stray dog, I would give them the exact, brutal economic reality of a stray dog.
I logged into my corporate Verizon account portal.
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