When I found out my husband was receiving monthly payments from my dad, I knew something was wrong. Little did I know that uncovering the truth would force me to confront the depths of manipulation and betrayal. What I discovered changed everything, leading to an ultimatum no one saw coming.
I was organizing my husband Matthew’s birthday party, arranging the balloons, and setting the cake on the table. The doorbell rang, and I called out to Matthew, “Can you get that? I’m a bit tied up here!”
Matthew nodded and walked to the door, opening it to reveal my father, Walter, standing there with his usual stiff demeanor. I watched from the kitchen, curiosity piqued, as Walter handed Matthew an envelope. Matthew accepted it, looking a bit surprised.
“Happy birthday, Matthew,” Walter said, his voice flat and formal.
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