Chapter 7 - The Mistress Flees
Vanessa had always loved the luxury lifestyle Marcus provided.
She loved the expensive dinners, the designer bags, and the promises of a wealthy future.
But Vanessa was not built for poverty, and she certainly was not built for struggle.
By Friday, Marcus was living in a cheap, rundown motel on the outskirts of the city.
His credit cards were canceled, his bank accounts were frozen, and his company was gone.
I hired a private investigator to keep an eye on them, just to ensure they never came near Lucas again.
The investigator sent me a live video feed from the motel parking lot.
Vanessa was furiously packing her suitcases into the trunk of a cheap rental car.
Marcus was standing in the rain, begging her to stay.
“Vanessa, please, I will get the money back!” Marcus cried, holding his hands out desperately.
“My lawyer says I can fight Clara in court!”
Vanessa laughed in his face, holding baby Julian tightly in her arms.
“You have no money for a lawyer, Marcus, you are completely broke.”
“I didn't sign up to live in a roach-infested motel with a loser.”
She slammed the trunk shut and got into the driver's seat.
Marcus hit the window, pleading and sobbing like a pathetic child.
Vanessa simply rolled her eyes, put the car in drive, and sped out of the parking lot.
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She left Marcus standing completely alone in the pouring rain, with absolutely nothing left to his name.
He had abandoned his true family for a fantasy, and the fantasy had just driven away.
