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.

you’re pregnant?” I ask sharply, “because a man who’s so afraid of responsibility that he’d

no, but he loves me, he would

her off. “At least he said he did. It’s amazing how charming he can be, considering what a bas

course he does!” She objects, “He just didn’t tell you about it because he didn’t want you to bleed him dry. He’s a stock

He’s as much

He’s got money, he lavishes it on me all the time!” She

in

“What?” She squeaks.

he’s completely bankrupted me. I’m calling the police and if I were you, I’d check your own credit

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

Kate, but if

buy his lies about looking for work for so long? He crushed me little by little, all the while pretending to

I won’t ever let myself be fooled that

to get my revenge on Mike, but first I’ve 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

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area, there’s not much we can do about this.” The police officer breaks this news to me about as gently as he might smash an ant beneath

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

one they crush my hopes, telling me in no uncertain terms that unless a culprit is arrested in

final call, I can feel the earth crumbling beneath my feet. How did it come to this? I literally have nothing. No one will hire me without a recommendation from my previous employer, which means

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