My Stepson Destroyed My Truck and Called Me a Gold Digger — What He Never Knew Was That Every Luxury in His Life Was Paid for by Me

his voice sounded strange.

“Connor’s here.”

“I don’t care.”

“He wants to talk.”

“Too late.”

Mark hesitated.

“Hayden’s here too.”

“And?”

“He looks terrified.”

For the first time, I felt absolutely nothing.

“Good.”

Within hours my phone exploded.

Calls.

Texts.

Voicemails.

Emails.

Connor.

Hayden.

Connor.

Hayden.

Over and over.

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