While he entered the dark abyss of the rows of prison cells, I entered the dark abyss of despair.
Yes, he deserved to be behind bars, I was still mad at him for that, for betraying me and the kids.
How could he embezzle the money from those poor people to fill his own bank account?
Into a private bank account I had no knowledge about? What was he trying to do? How deep did this madness of his go?
Too many questions that where unanswered, but I really did not care. All I wanted to do, was pull the covers over my head and pretend the world away.Pretend that he was coming home in a few hours, late at night, as usual.
Nothing would ever be the same.
I glanced around the empty and silent brownstone. At least we would not have to move. Shelley had to move after her husband was caught stealing from his own brothers company. She had no money of her own.
I was lucky.
I was wealthy in my own right.
But what did all the wealth in the world mean, when the one I loved had been living a lie, lying to everyone, including, me, the one person whom he always said he trusted?
And how in the world, am I going to explain what happened to the kids, when I don’t even understand?
The lock on the front door make its rattling noise, and the heavy entrance, made space for the concerned look of my teenage daughter arriving home from school.
I raised above the blankets.
“Mom, is it true? Is what they are saying in the news true?”
I nodded silently, not trusting my voice, wrapping her in my arms with a fierceness that pierced through the darkness inside my heart.
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Poor family, betrayed as such.
indeed they are, and those who’s money he took. Lots of victims here. Thanks for stopping by.
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People with his level of morals never consider for one second the impact they have on others, the even sadder fact is, that there are just far too many people like him in the world.
indeed there are, one only has to read the news to see scores of them. Thanks for stopping by, Steve!
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