Eight Years Together And I Was Worth Two Grand A Month Chapter 06

Eight Years Together And I Was Worth Two Grand A Month Chapter 06

Julian’s face turned bright red.

He instinctively tried to pull his hand away from Melody, but she held on tight.

“Sera, don’t misunderstand…” Julian stammered.

“There’s nothing for me to misunderstand, I interrupted.

“I just think it’s funny.”

“You have a 48,000 monthly salary and buy someone a 68,000 ring.”

“And now you can’t even hold a shopping bag.”

Melody got defensive.

“What’s your point? Julian spends money on me because he wants to!”

I laughed out loud.

‘Really? Then why don’t you ask him how much credit he has left on his cards?”

Julian’s face went pale.

For five years, although I didn’t look at his phone, I had received countless credit card statements in the mail for him.

He made 48,000 a month, but Melody’s spending habits required over 100,000.

He was long since overextended.

Melody turned to stare at Julian.

“What does she mean? You said you made a million a year!”

Julian panicked.

“Melody, don’t listen to her! I’ll explain when we get back!”

I didn’t care to watch their dog–eat–dog show and turned into the restaurant.

Behind me, Melody’s shrill voice rang out.

“Julian, if you don’t make this clear today, we are NOT getting married!”

That night, I got a call from Julian.

It was the first time he had called me in two weeks.

In the background. I heard glass shattering and a woman’s scream.

“Sera… Julian’s voice sounded exhausted and broken.

“Can you… can you lend me some money?”

I hit the record button.

“Lend you money? Don’t you make a million a year?”

Julian’s breathing was shallow.

“Melody saw a house she likes, and she’s demanding a deposit.”

“I’ve maxed out my cards. I even took out a payday loan.”

“She’s smashing things at home, saying she’ll leave if I don’t buy it.”

“Sera, help me. I’m truly at the end of my rope.”

I held the phone, finding the situation absolutely absurd.

“Julian, you took out payday loans for her.”

“But for five years with me, you wouldn’t even turn on the AC.”

“What on earth makes you think I would lend you a dime?”

Julian tried to explain desperately.

“Sera, I was wrong! I was so wrong!”

“Melody doesn’t love me; she only loves the money!”

“She doesn’t even cook; all she does is ask for more and more!”

‘I had a 102–degree fever, and she was still standing there hounding me to Venmo her!”

‘I miss the oatmeal you made. I miss how things used to bel”

“Sera, come back, please?”

I cut him off coldly.

“You don’t miss me.”

“You miss having a free maid. You miss an idiot who didn’t cost you money and provided emotional labor for free

Julian, you’re disgusting.”

I hung up and immediately blocked his number.