I felt a cold wave crash over me. This isn’t how family treats family. “It looks like you’re doing well,” I said, my voice dripping with unintended bitterness as I glanced at the luxury surroundings and the guests dressed in designer clothes. “Marcus, we need to talk.”
He guided me outside to the patio, away from the crowd. There was no hiding now. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice, but the hurt was too raw. “You said you were struggling. I gave you my savings. I thought you were going to lose the house. What’s really going on?”
