Ella

My hands are shaking as I dial Kate’s number. Have I ever been this angry? If I have I certainly can’t remember it now.

“Hello?” Kate answers almost immediately, using a sickly sweet tone that screams of fakeness.

“Kate?” I state bluntly. “Are you with Mike right now?”

There’s a pregnant pause on the other end of the line, before she weakly responds, “What? Of course not.”

“Come off it Kate, do you really think I don’t know about your s**t?” I demand. “I’m not a complete idiot.”

“Ella listen–” She begins, obviously gearing up to give me some sort of excuse.

“No, I don’t even care about your little affair anymore – but I need to talk to him right now.” I declare fiercely.

There’s another pause, and then Kate’s voice drops its innocent tone. “You don’t care?” She repeats, sounding truly shocked. “ You know I’m already pregnant?”

I wasn’t prepared for that particular piece of news. I clench my hands into fists, feeling so furious I think I might actually break the phone with my tight grip, “And what, you think that’s some sort of victory?” I bite.

ask sharply, “because a man who’s so afraid of responsibility that he’d poison me

but he loves me, he would never –” She tried

be, considering what a bastard he truly

it because he didn’t want you to

Kate,” I sigh, “Poor, gullible, stupid Kate. He’s as much a stock broker as I am a

like that! He’s got money, he lavishes it on me all

he took out in my name!” I shout, losing my

“What?” She squeaks.

completely bankrupted me. I’m calling the police and if I were you, I’d check your own credit rating immediately, because I’d be willing to be you’re next.” I

“you’re wrong, it’s

now, but I can’t help it. “And frankly I don’t really care what happens to you Kate, but if you’re

for work for so long? He crushed me little by little, all the while pretending to

won’t ever

got to try and salvage what’s left of my life. I have to go to the police and see if I can resolve these financial issues… I

do about this.” The police officer breaks this news to me about as gently as he might smash an ant beneath his boot.

me to the brim. I guarantee he’d never treat my case with so little consideration or respect if I wasn’t an impoverished nanny. If I was a wealthy man like Dominic Sinclair, he’d be fawning at my feet, offering to go to any lengths to solve my problems. I storm out of the station before I can lose my temper and verbally assault the man, immediately calling the credit card

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