“What on earth are you doing to yourself?”
I gave him a cold, barely visible smile.
“You are absolutely right. I am resigning tomorrow.
I will stay home every single day to take care of you, just like you wanted.”
Evelyn clapped her hands together with a triumphant and nasty smile.
“That is much better. You finally understand your place in this family.”
That night, while they both slept peacefully, I quietly opened my private online banking application on my tablet.
I transferred all of my personal savings to a secret account in my mother’s name, canceled Patrick’s and his mother’s additional credit cards, stopped all automatic bill payments, and sent a private note to my assistant saying I would be working remotely due to a family emergency.
Then, I turned off my cell phone and tossed it into the drawer.
If they had decided to cut my hair to take away my dignity, I was going to cut off something that would hurt them far more: their access to my money.
And they had absolutely no idea what would happen when the sun finally rose the next morning.
CHAPTER 2: The Taste of Consequences
The next morning, I walked downstairs with a thick black bandana wrapped tightly around my head to hide the bald spots.