Keep Your Millions, Doctor. I’m DONE. Chapter 08

Keep Your Millions, Doctor. I’m DONE. Chapter 08

My mother broke down crying.

“You saved my life, sweetheart. It’s all my fault. Every bit of it.”

My dad’s voice cracked. “We didn’t know the truth. Wendy changed the donation records, We were lied to, too.”

Jason hung his head. “We screwed up. But we’ll make it right. I promise-I’ll always have your back.”

Lindsay sniffled. “Jennifer, we’ve been best friends for fifteen years. You can’t just walk away. I need you at my wedding. We promised forever.”

I listened to them plead, and I felt nothing.

Not sadness. Not anger. Just… boredom.

“Does any of this matter now? Back then, you all told me to stop being petty and let Preston have his

way.”

“You’re sorry because you found out the truth. But what if you never had? Would I have been stuck swallowing it forever?”

They went quiet, faces pale.

Preston stepped forward with a folder.

Before he could speak, I cut him off. “Send the divorce papers to my lawyer. I’ll handle the rest.”

He paused, then shook his head.

“It’s not the divorce. It’s an asset transfer.”

“Everything I own-the estate, the trusts, all of it-legally transferred to you. I also set up a foundation in Finn’s name. The Finn Foundation.”

“I tore down that nursery. The gravesite stays untouched. Everything that was Finn’s is preserved.”

His voice cracked with desperation. “Jennifer, I know I messed up. I know it.”

“I swear I’ll never hurt you again. If you’re ever unhappy with me–you can kick me out. No

questions asked.”

I flipped through the thick papers. Every page represented millions.

The foundation’s starting donation was exactly the date Finn was born-and the date he died.

I traced his name with my finger and whispered, “That’s quite a grand gesture.”

Preston’s eyes lit up with fragile hope. “Jennifer, I mean it.”

“Can you forgive me? Just this once? Please?”

Please.

That was always Preston’s question.

But he never gave me a real choice.

He cheated on me and drove me half-crazy. Then he said he’d send Wendy away and asked,

“Please?”

When everything blew up, he told me to play nice and asked, “Please?”

Now that he regretted it, he was throwing money at me and asking, “Please?”

I’d said yes so many times before.

I’d lost count of all the wounds.

So this time, I said no.

“I won’t forgive you. I won’t forgive any of you.”

“The hurt and betrayal you gave me I’ll probably spend the rest of my life trying to forget. That’s who I am. I love hard, and I hate just as hard.”

I met their sorrowful eyes and gave a calm smile.

“Goodbye. I won’t see you off.”

I thought that was the end.

I couldn’t bring myself to destroy anyone. But I wasn’t about to beg for anyone’s approval either.

We’d go our separate ways. Forever.

Then the next day, Preston was back.

He looked haggard-unshaven, exhausted.

His car was littered with water bottles and granola-bar wrappers. His expensive suit was wrinkled

beyond recognition.

I stared. Preston Hartley, who’d never roughed it a day in his life, had slept in his car.

He gave a bitter laugh. “I was afraid you’d disappear again. Waking up and not finding you-it hurts

too much.”