He Begs For Love, I Demand Cash

Synopsis

I was arguing with an old lady at a roadside veggie stall over a few coins when my ex-husband, Jacob Grant, happened to drive by in his flashy car. He stormed over, yelling at me like he couldn't believe how hopeless I was. "Claire, get back here and marry me again. I'll give you 65 hundred dollars a month. Stop letting our son scavenge for junk with you. It's humiliating," he shouted. For the money, I silently got into the passenger seat of his car. After we got remarried, I just saw myself as a well-paid maid. My son stopped crying for his dad to tuck him in or tell him stories. He started taking care of himself, bathing and going to bed without a fuss. Jacob would buy his so-called "god-sister" designer bags that cost a fortune right in front of me, and I'd just smile and pay for it with his card. At family dinners, he'd peel shrimp for her, while my son and I just sat there eating in silence. To him, we were just the most well-behaved props in his life. But when he got drunk, he'd break down in tears, holding me tight. "Babe, didn't you always say you loved shrimp?" he sobbed. "Leo, why do you treat yourself like an outsider here? Why do you call me 'uncle'?" he choked out.