When wealthy, elegant Evelyn hires Marielle’s husband for repairs, it feels like a blessing, until Marielle learns the truth. Evelyn wants more than just his work. Betrayed but not broken, Marielle makes her move, stepping into Evelyn’s world in a way she never expected.
I stood at the checkout counter, gripping my son’s hand as the cashier punched in the final item. My stomach clenched. $86.74.
Wade tensed beside me, already thumbing through his wallet, one that I knew held more receipts than cash. “I’m sorry, ma’am, sir,” the cashier said, her voice detached, like she’d done this a hundred times today. “But you’re short by fourteen dollars and sixty cents.”
Damn it.
I swallowed my pride, reaching for the gallon of milk to set it aside, the kids needed food more than they needed milk. But before I could remove the gallon, a smooth, confident voice spoke from behind me. “I’ll cover it.
Don’t worry.”
I turned, startled. Who on earth would be so generous? A woman stood there.
She was blonde, elegant, and effortlessly wealthy in a way that made you feel small and insignificant. She smiled, already swiping her card. “No, really, you don’t have to, ma’am,” I started.
“Please,” she interrupted gently. “It’s nothing.”
She handed me the bags, her manicured fingers brushing against mine. “And don’t you know who I am?
I’m Evelyn, your neighbor. I live in the house with the big black gate. I’ve seen your kids play outside.”
I stammered my thanks, my cheeks burning.
Wade nodded stiffly beside me, clearly uncomfortable. Pride was a tricky thing, even if you were drowning. And we were.
We hadn’t always been beneath the water, but recently, things had taken a turn for the worse. Somehow, I found myself continuing to talk to Evelyn. “It’s been tough lately,” I said.
“Wade’s been out of work since his last job wrapped up. That’s just how it is in construction, I guess.”
Evelyn’s eyes sparkled. “Actually, I have a guesthouse that needs some work.
If you’re interested, Wade, I’d love to hire you.”
It felt like a miracle. Finally, a break. “Sure, ma’am,” he said.
“Just let me know what you need. I’ll come and check out the space, and you can tell me what you need.”
For the first time in months, the weight on my chest eased. Weeks passed.
My husband worked long hours at Evelyn’s house, but he always came home with money, and I felt that I could breathe again. I could buy milk for the kids. But also cheese and yogurt.
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