The following week, I sat in a lawyer’s office. I handed over the signed agreement, still hoping there was some chance of legal protection.
He looked it over, sighed, and said gently, “It’s too informal. You could try to sue, but the odds aren’t in your favor.”
I was done.
Done chasing them. Done explaining. Done hoping.
I deleted their phone numbers, muted their social media, and told our parents I needed distance. They didn’t argue. That silence spoke volumes.
Karma Came — And I Didn’t Rejoice
Months passed.
Then one afternoon, outside a local bookstore, I ran into Julia — a mutual friend of Lisa’s.
After a few pleasantries, she leaned in. “I heard about Lisa and Rick. IRS flagged them for hiding income from Rick’s side hustle. Huge fines. Lisa lost her job. The house went into foreclosure.”
My stomach turned. Julia went on, mentioning court hearings and Rick losing his temper in front of a judge.
It was karma, I suppose. But I didn’t feel satisfaction.
When She Asked for Help Again, I Had My Answer
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