I Sent Him 89 Voice Messages He Sent 89 Transfers Chapter 08

I Sent Him 89 Voice Messages He Sent 89 Transfers Chapter 08

I hereby borrow thirty thousand US dollars to cover medical expenses for my father Zeke Vance.

Borrower: Maya Vance.

Date: September 18, 2022.

That was their wedding night.

Below it, a stack of bank transfer records.

On the fifteenth of every month, a payment went to Luke’s account.

The amounts ranged from three thousand to five thousand dollars, and the payments were never delayed.

The last transfer was from the fifteenth of last month.

She fully repaid the full thirty thousand-dollar debt within four years, down to the last cent.

Cole’s hands shook violently.

He’d never known.

He always thought he’d given her that money.

He thought she was spending his cash. Living a wasteful life.

The notebook was her diary.

Her handwriting was neat and tidy at first, but gradually became messy and unsteady.

In the later entries, the script was almost illegible, with dried tear stains scattered across the pages.

“September 18, 2022.”

“Wedding night. I asked Cole for thirty thousand dollars to save Dad.”

“He was so angry. Said I was a scammer.”

“I wanted to explain. He wouldn’t listen.”

“That’s okay. I’ll pay it back.”

“November 3, 2022.”

“Dad died.”

“I called Cole. He hung up.”

“He transferred 8,888 dollars with the note reading ‘my condolences.'”

“Dad, I’m sorry. I couldn’t save you.”

“March 15, 2023.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“I was so happy. I wanted to tell Cole.”

“He looked at the test results and said I faked it for money.”

“Baby, I’m sorry. Mommy couldn’t make Daddy believe you were real.”

“April 2, 2023.”

“Baby is gone.”

“I called Cole. Ivy answered.”

“She said Cole was making her milk and couldn’t talk.”

“Cole transferred twenty thousand dollars. Said it was for nutrition.”

“Baby, Mommy misses you so much.”

“January 10, 2025.”

“I was diagnosed. Hereditary bone cancer. Terminal.”

“Just like Dad.”

“I don’t want treatment anymore. It hurts too much.”

“But I still want to see Cole one more time.”

“Even if he only sends me transfers.”

“August 15, 2025.”

“The doctor said amputation could give me thirteen more months.”

“I asked Cole if he wanted me to do it.”

“He sent five thousand dollars. Note said ‘surgical fee.'”

“It finally dawned on me that he truly cared nothing about my life or death.”

“August 18, 2025.”

“I canceled the surgery.”

“The nurse said I have five days left at most.”

“Good. Finally, I’ll be free.”

“August 20, 2025.”

“Cole made me go to the Hawthorne house for dinner.”

“The elderly matriarch said I could not bear children.”

“Ivy cut her finger on a piece of broken plate. He freaked out.”

“He told me to come back and make Ivy brown sugar oatmeal to apologize.”

“I asked him, if I die, will you be sad.”

“He said I was crazy. Asked me how much money I wanted.”

“Cole Hawthorne, I don’t hate you anymore.”

“Really.”

“I hope you get what you want. No regrets.”

The diary stopped there.

On the last page, a small sketch of a wild chrysanthemum.

Cole held the diary tightly and broke into heart-wrenching sobs.

At twenty-two, he’d picked a wild daisy on the training field.

Tucked it behind twenty-year-old Maya’s ear.

He said, “Maya Vance, will you marry me?”

She said yes.

He’d cut ties with his family for her.

Even while recovering in the military hospital, he still insisted he would marry her.

He worked three jobs. Saved for six months. Bought her a diamond ring.

He said, “Maya, I’ll be good to you forever. I’ll protect you always.”

But he broke his promise.

He didn’t protect her. He killed her.

In the cruelest way possible.

Cole stumbled to his feet and ran out of the old housing complex.