My fingers hovered over the keyboard as the operating room doors remained shut.
For eight years, I had quietly financed my parents’ luxurious lifestyle, believing that someday they would love Maya as much as they loved Chloe.
Tonight, that illusion finally shattered.
I opened my private financial dashboard and selected the family trust account.
Monthly allowance: $85,000.
Country club expenses: $420,000 annually.
Chloe’s graduation celebration: $187,000.
Every dollar came from me.
With three clicks, I terminated their allowances, canceled their corporate credit cards, and revoked their access to every property registered under my holding company.
Then I sent one message to my attorney.
“”Execute the separation agreement. Effective immediately.””
His reply arrived seconds later.
“”Elena, are you absolutely certain?””
“”More certain than I’ve ever been.””
Twenty minutes later, my phone erupted with calls.
Chloe called first.
“”WHAT DID YOU DO?!”” she screamed. “”The club manager says our payment was declined! They’re demanding two hundred thousand dollars!””
