Eight Years Together And I Was Worth Two Grand A Month Chapter 09

Eight Years Together And I Was Worth Two Grand A Month Chapter 09

After Dustin left. Julian went quiet for a few days.

I thought he had finally accepted reality.

Until a week later, when my phone was bombarded with notifications.

In the office group chat, colleagues were tagging me frantically.

“Sera, check the local trending topics on Twitter!”

I clicked the link.

A video titled “I’m Sorry, I Lost the Girl Who Loved Me Most was in the top ten.

In the video, Julian was in a hospital gown, looking pale and unshaven.

He cried to the camera.

“Sera, I was wrong.”

“For eight years, you suffered with me in that tiny apartment.”

“I was blinded by the flashy world and tricked by Melody St. James.”

“I have nothing now, I’m 800,000 in debt, and I can’t even pay my hospital bills.”

“Sera. please forgive me. When you were so sick and your mom jumped, I was the one who pulled you out!”

“You said we’d never be apart!”

The comments section was flooded.

‘He’s a jerk, but this is kind of sad.”

“He saved her life back then; she’s being a bit cold, isn’t she?”

‘Depression is scary; him staying for eight years shows real love. They should reconcile.”

I dug my nails into my palms until they bled.

Julian was cornering me.

He was using my most painful scar to publicly blackmail me.

He wanted to force me to use my money to fill his bottomless pit.

The office was eerily silent, everyone was stealing glances at me.

The boss walked over with his coffee mug and tapped my desk.

‘Sera, handle your personal business. Don’t let it affect the company’s image.”

“Maybe you should take a few days off to calm him down; he did help you in the past, after all.”

I stood up abruptly, my chair screeching against the floor.

“Help?”

“He made 48,000 a month and gave me 2,000, while buying his mistress a 68,000 dollar ring.”

“Now he’s in debt and wants to drag me down to pay for it.”

“Boss, if it were you, would you go ‘calm him down“?”

The Doss was speechless and slinked back to his office.

I sat down and opened my laptop.

If Julian wanted a public execution, I’d give him one.

I took all the bank records, screenshots, and the list of luxury items he bought Melody from the last five years and made

an infographic.

I included the voice note Melody had sent me.

“Sera, Julian only loves me. He says you’re too clingy, you’re suffocating him.”

I packaged everything and posted a long thread on my main account.

The title was only two words.

‘Never Forgive‘

Within half an hour, the tide of public opinion completely turned.

The internet’s fury buried Julian’s video.

*48,000 a month and he gave her 2,000? That’s an insult!”

“Using her trauma to play the victim? Disgusting!”

“He deserves the debt! Let him pay it off himself!”

Julian’s video was taken down after being mass–reported.

Dustin called again: I blocked him instantly.

As I left work, Melody was standing at the entrance.

She had lost her polished look; her hair was a mess, and her cheek was swollen.

Seeing me, she lunged forward and grabbed my coat.

“Seraphina Vance! Are you happy now!”

“Julian’s a psycho! He read the comments and came after me!”

“He beat me and stole my bags and jewelry!”

I yanked her hand off and stepped back.

“If he hit you, call the police. Why are you coming to me?”

Melody sobbed.

“He owes loan sharks! They can’t find him, so they come to my office every day!”

“I lost my job! My reputation is ruined!”

“You have so much money, why won’t you help him! Do you want us to die!”

I looked at her coldly.

“Melody, when you were wearing that 68,000 dollar ring and driving that BMW, did you ever think of sharing with me?”

“Now that you’re in debt, you remember me?”

“You two are perfect for each other. Stay together forever.”

I turned and walked toward a taxi, leaving her screams behind.