The Unraveling
Deprived of his executive allowance and corporate credit cards, Julian’s life deteriorated at an alarming pace.
Cynthia, who had clung to him for his wealth and status, abandoned his rented townhouse within weeks when his credit lines were frozen.
"You promised me a lifestyle, Julian," she spat as she zipped her designer luggage. "Without your grandfather's money, you’re just an unemployed man living on borrowed pride."
Julian sat alone among empty bottles, his tailored suits wrinkled and discarded on the floor. For the first time in his life, he was forced to look into the mirror without the shield of wealth.
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He remembered the look in Elena's eyes on that fateful rainy night—not hatred, but profound pity. That pity haunted him more than any lawsuit ever could.
He picked up his keys and drove toward the St. Jude restoration site.
