Chapter 4 – Desperation

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 sh it?” 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.

“because a man who’s so afraid of responsibility that he’d poison

he loves me, he would never –” She

charming he can be, considering what a bas

tell you about it because he didn’t want you

gullible, stu pid Kate. He’s as much a stock broker as I am

got money, he lavishes it on me all the

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

“What?” She squeaks.

I’ve only just found out – he’s completely bankrupted me. I’m calling the police and if I were you, I’d check your own credit

repeats weakly, “you’re wrong, it’s different

you Kate, but if

I start crying, not giving her a chance to respond. Why did I buy his lies about looking for work for so long? He crushed

again. I decide. I won’t ever let myself

of my life. I have to go to the police and see if I can resolve these

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news to me about as gently as he might

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

no uncertain terms that unless a culprit is arrested in my case, I’ll be

come to this? I literally have nothing. No one will hire me without a recommendation from my previous employer, which means I won’t be able to pay rent or keep food on the

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