Most of the money I’d won had been set aside for him.
But now?
I gave him a cold, dismissive glance. “How is that any of your business?”
Henry’s face went pale, his confidence shaken.
As the guards kept closing in, he hesitated, then finally gave in. “Fine! You can come to the wedding, all right? Just… make them leave.”
I blinked, not sure if I’d heard him right.
Henry gritted his teeth, his voice laced with frustration. “Isn’t this all because you want to come to my wedding? Get these people out, and I’ll give you that chance!”
As if being at his wedding was some kind of grand privilege he was bestowing on me.
I scoffed. “Let’s get one thing straight. I used to want to be at your wedding because you’re my son… but now? We have nothing to do with each other.”
Henry’s face darkened like I’d just slapped him. He glanced around at the crowd of restless guests, then lowered his voice.
“I’m already backing down–what more do you want? There are important people here, and I can’t let anything mess this up.”
Maybe I’d spoiled him too much, let him believe he could snap his fingers and get anything he wanted.
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Chapter 6
Done with this pointless back–and–forth, I nodded to Mr. Jordan to didn’t miss a beat, signaling security to escort
veryone out.
go
ahead with removing them. He
On’t bother coming in tomorrow.”
Then Mr. Jordan turned to Lily. “Go take care of your resignation. of your resignation.
“Mr. Jordan, I’m sorry! I made a mistake…” Lily’s face went pale as she tried to plead, but Mr. Jordan just signaled security to escort her out too.
As Henry was dragged away, he kept shouting, “Zoe Thorne! You heartless woman! You’d even destroy your own son’s wedding-”
I tuned him out. I’d already told him he wasn’t my son anymore; how many times did he need to hear it?
Turning my back on the chaos, I headed up to the top–floor suite and indulged in everything the hotel offered the spa treatments, the gourmet meals, every bit of luxury I’d never let myself enjoy before.
When I first won the lottery, I’d held back, worried about Henry’s future, despite my eight–million- dollar windfall.
But now? Those worries were gone.
An ungrateful son like him wasn’t worth a single sacrifice.
I stayed at the hotel for a full week. Henry tried calling, even had the staff reach out, but I ignored every message and finally blocked him.
A week later, I packed up, flew back home, and bought myself a villa for two million dollars. I hired two maids, settled in, and finally started enjoying my retirement.
