When my grandfather came in after I gave birth, his first words were, ‘My dear, weren’t the 250,000 I sent you every month enough?’ My heart stopped. ‘Grandpa… what money?’ I whispered. At that very moment, my husband and mother-in-law burst in, arms full of luxury bags… and froze. The color drained from their faces. That’s when I realized something was terribly wrong

I could feel my stomach twist into knots. I turned toward Harrison, my voice quiet but trembling. “Is that true? Did you withhold this from me?”

Dahlia clenched her jaw and refused to meet my eyes. “Liora, you must understand. Times were difficult. We had obligations…”

“Difficult?” I almost laughed, though the sound caught painfully in my throat. “I was working double shifts while pregnant, struggling to pay rent, buying essentials with nothing left over. And you?” My voice cracked. “You were sitting on a fortune sent for me, every month?”

Dahlia stepped forward, trying to justify herself. “It is not as simple as you think. Harrison needed to maintain appearances. He had responsibilities at work. People could not see him struggling…”

“Struggling?” Augustin barked, his voice rising with incredulity. “You spent over eight million dollars! Eight million! On yourself, while claiming we were ‘barely surviving!’”

Harrison finally snapped, his composure gone. “Fine! Yes, I spent it! I spent it because I deserved it! You would never understand real success. Liora never could!”