He Called Me A Gold Digger

Synopsis

At my engagement party, I got the news that my grandma had suffered a sudden brain hemorrhage. The ICU bill was three thousand dollars a day. I dropped to my knees in front of everyone, begging Lewis to take off the engagement ring and pawn it for money. Lewis towered over me. His gaze was cold, like he was staring at some pathetic stray dog. "Helena, the way you're so greedy for money makes me sick," he said. After that, he let everyone in our circle insult me as a gold-digger and treat me like some bargain-bin substitute for his late first love. On New Year's Eve, I stood in a convenience store, staring at the expired, discounted snacks, with only a dollar left in my pocket. Meanwhile, Lewis was at Penside Piers, setting off a three-million-dollar fireworks show for his new flame. Staring at my grandma's death notice, I sent him one last text. [Lewis, we're even now. No more ties between us.] His reply came back instantly, cold as ice. [Still not enough? I sent you 150 dollars. Don't interrupt me while I'm enjoying the fireworks.]