Page 2 — The $5,000 “Payoff” And The Confetti Humiliation
Arthur reached into his jacket and pulled out a checkbook like a magician revealing the final trick.
He wrote slowly, deliberately—performing generosity.
Then he tore the check out and held it above the table.
“Five thousand dollars,” he announced. “Cashable immediately.”
He didn’t slide it to me. He kept his hand on it, controlling the moment.
“This is a severance package,” he said, smiling without warmth. “For your services as Liam’s girlfriend. Take it, break up with him tonight, and disappear.”
I stared at the check long enough for him to think it was working.
Then I said, evenly: “I don’t want your money, Arthur.”
His eyes narrowed. “Of course you do. Everyone wants Sterling money.”
“No,” I repeated.
That single word broke the script.
Arthur stood up so fast his chair scraped the floor. His face flushed, then hardened into something uglier than anger—certainty. The kind of certainty that comes from never being told no.
“You think five thousand is irrelevant to someone like you?” he barked.
And then he tore the check.
Rip. Rip. Rip.
He shredded it into jagged pieces and threw them at me like confetti.
Bits of paper landed in my hair, on my blouse, even floating into my wine glass where one piece softened and sank.
“That’s your payoff,” he snapped. “Take it and leave my son.”
Liam stood up. “Dad, stop—”
Arthur slammed a hand on the table. “Sit down. I control the money. I control the future.”
Liam froze. Not because he agreed—but because he’d spent his whole life learning what happens when you fight a tyrant without a weapon.
I slowly brushed a scrap of paper off my shoulder and set it down.
Arthur watched me like he expected tears.
Instead, I reached into my purse and took out my phone.
“Arthur,” I said, and my voice changed. “You just made two mistakes.”
- Thinking I needed your money.
- Thinking you still had money to give.
His smile faltered. “What are you doing, calling an Uber?”
“No,” I said. “I’m logging in.”
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