After we got together, Jimmy told me he had a congenital heart condition. I felt so sorry for him. I started working day and night, barely sleeping, just to save up for his surgery.
Then, just a few days ago, someone came running to me, frantic—said Jimmy had collapsed on the street and needed emergency heart surgery. I panicked. Desperate to get the money that could save his life, I clenched my teeth and sold my virginity to a bloated, disgusting old man who made my skin crawl.
Turns out, Jimmy never loved me. He was just using me—to get back at me for winning a scholarship that, apparently, should’ve gone to Gina. But that scholarship had been my lifeline. For Gina, it wouldn’t have even covered the cost of one of her handbags.
That was it. I couldn’t hold it together anymore. I sank to my knees, sobbing uncontrollably, as the soup in the thermal container spilled across the floor.
Agnes, you absolute fool.
Suddenly, my phone rang, the harsh tone cutting through the silence. The screen lit up: Unknown Number.
I almost declined it, but in a daze, I picked up.
“Is… this Agnes Kennedy?” It was a man's voice—someone I didn’t recognize.