Chapter 8
His words angered me even further. I slammed my phone onto the table and yelled, “That’s enough, Jacob! Whose side are you on? Have you ever stopped to think about how I feel?” “That’s enough?” He scoffed. “I should be the one saying that to you! If I hadn’t quit my job, you wouldn’t be half as successful as you are today. Besides, I’m looking at this matter from an objective standpoint.”
Here we go again.
Jacob and I had been interns in the same company. We’d interacted with each other quite frequently, and soon, one thing led to another, and we started dating.
Since dating in the workplace was strictly prohibited, Jacob offered to quit his job and look for other career opportunities while he tended to our home.
Two years had passed since then, and ever since he quit his job, I’d been paying for all of his expenses as the sole breadwinner in the household.
However, after my career took off, he started regretting his decision. Hence, he’d bring this up every time we had an argument.
I took a deep breath and recomposed myself. “Whose side are you even on? Are you choosing to ignore the fact that I’m covered in cuts and bruises?”
“Let’s just let this matter go. Now that you’ve blown everything out of proportion, how am I going to go play pool in the pool hall now?” he complained. “Pool is my only hobby. Are you going to take that away from me too?”
When I didn’t respond, Jacob continued in a matter–of–fact tone, “By the way, my mother is sick. I’m going to need you to wire me 50 thousand dollars.”
I was outraged! Of course his mother had just happened to fall sick when Queenie owed me 50 thousand dollars.
Nevertheless, I suppressed my anger and calmly said, “Alright, I’ll send you the money tomorrow. I’d like to get some rest for now.”
Once I agreed to his request, Jacob left the room feeling extremely pleased.
Afterward, I picked up my phone and sent his mom a thousand dollars.
Immediately after receiving the money, his mom responded by sending me a lengthy voice message.
“Oh my, Thank you, Sarah. Why are you sending me money again? You’re making me feel bad!” she said through the phone.
“Don’t mention it, Mrs. Mason. How have you been? Please treat yourself to something nice with this money,” I responded with another voice message.
After I sent the message, 1 felt my heart grow cold.
Jacob’s mom was an easygoing woman. If she really needed the money, she would have asked me for it directly. Hence, I was fairly certain that Jacob didn’t ask me for money on his mother’s
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