That’s not a mistake, that’s a pattern.”
He fell silent, and for a moment, I thought he’d finally understood. But then he muttered something that shocked me. “Maybe we need to rethink how you treat my kids.
They deserve better.”
I laughed, bitter and tired. “No, Evan. They deserve better than a father who manipulates people to get what he wants.”
I hung up, blocked his number, and I haven’t looked back since.
Breaking up with Evan wasn’t just about the money. It was about respect. I deserve someone who sees me as a partner, not a meal ticket.
Someone who takes responsibility instead of making excuses. As for Evan? I hope he learned something from that dinner, and that his wallet has been getting a lot more use since I walked away.
