CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Three weeks later

Kendall

I read the letter my mother sent me over and over again. I inhaled deeply. The past three weeks have been hell, and Lance wasn't the only reason. My mother has been digging into my skin like a knife for money, and I was struggling to get it to her. I had no way to get it to her. It's not like I could ask Lance for it, and I can't bring myself to steal from him. I just can't do it. It's his money After All. Not mine. But my mother doesn't care about that, because according to her, I'm rich now, and I'm able to give her whatever she needs. I want a job so bad, but who is going to hire someone without a degree? Who is going to hire the wife of a billionaire asshole? No one. Everyone would say there's no need for me to work since I'm already rich. But little do they know. The perfect couple they see on tv. is not so perfect in real life. I can't even begin to imagine how much Lance hates me. Honestly, I don't even blame him.

I wish I could explain everything to