The Empty Health Fund

The Empty Health Fund

Moria Anninger

5.0
Comment(s)
36
View
10
Chapters

My life seemed solid enough. I was a hardworking union foreman, diligently putting away savings, especially the $5,000 for my dad' s critical surgery. Then the bottom fell out. I opened my banking app, and the bucket labeled "Dad' s Health" was empty. $5,000, gone, Zelle-paid straight to my deadbeat brother-in-law, Kevin. My wife, Brenda, just shrugged. "It was just savings, Jack. Kevin needed it for his image." Oblivious. For years, she' d drained our family' s hard-earned money for his endless, failing schemes - crypto scams, drop-shipping websites, even secretly covering his mother's rent. She saw my sweat as an endless resource for her family, completely disregarding our daughter Chloe' s future. How could she prioritize a grifter over our own child' s future, or my father' s life-saving surgery? The rage boiled when I discovered she was planning to give him another twenty thousand for his latest absurd venture, even after my fake layoff to prove a point. I snapped. Enough was enough. I wouldn't just quit this marriage; I would make her desperately want to leave. I had a plan, a meticulously calculated game that would reclaim my life and rescue my daughter from the financial and emotional wreckage Brenda had created.

Introduction

My life seemed solid enough. I was a hardworking union foreman, diligently putting away savings, especially the $5,000 for my dad' s critical surgery.

Then the bottom fell out. I opened my banking app, and the bucket labeled "Dad' s Health" was empty. $5,000, gone, Zelle-paid straight to my deadbeat brother-in-law, Kevin.

My wife, Brenda, just shrugged. "It was just savings, Jack. Kevin needed it for his image." Oblivious. For years, she' d drained our family' s hard-earned money for his endless, failing schemes - crypto scams, drop-shipping websites, even secretly covering his mother's rent. She saw my sweat as an endless resource for her family, completely disregarding our daughter Chloe' s future.

How could she prioritize a grifter over our own child' s future, or my father' s life-saving surgery? The rage boiled when I discovered she was planning to give him another twenty thousand for his latest absurd venture, even after my fake layoff to prove a point.

I snapped. Enough was enough. I wouldn't just quit this marriage; I would make her desperately want to leave. I had a plan, a meticulously calculated game that would reclaim my life and rescue my daughter from the financial and emotional wreckage Brenda had created.

Continue Reading

Other books by Moria Anninger

More
From Bait to Queen: The Rejected Mate's Destiny

From Bait to Queen: The Rejected Mate's Destiny

Werewolf

5.0

To the Dark Moon Pack, I wasn't just invisible; I was a stain. Dean Lee, the Alpha designed for my soul, treated me like a shameful secret while he paraded his mistress, Karina, in red silk. The night of the Charity Auction, Dean bought my late mother's moonstone pendant—the only thing I had left of her—for a hundred thousand dollars. I begged him for it. Instead, he clasped it around Karina's ankle. With a cruel laugh, Karina stomped her stiletto heel, crushing the moonstone into dust. Dean just watched, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "It was just a cheap rock," he said. "I'll buy you diamonds." But the cruelty didn't stop at emotional torture. When rogues attacked, Dean used me as live bait to distract them from Karina. He threw me into the Blood Pit, a gladiator arena, to fight a massive Feral wolf while he sat in the VIP box with Karina on his lap. "She won't last three minutes," I heard him say through our dying bond. He watched with bored detachment as I was ripped apart, refusing to save me even as I screamed his name. He saved the mistress and drowned the mate. I died on that arena floor. Or so he thought. Years later, the mysterious and world-renowned artist "H.Y." returned to New York for a gallery opening. When Dean saw me on stage, he rushed forward, tears streaming down his face, trying to claim the wife he had mourned. "Hayley," he choked out, reaching for me. "You're alive. You're mine." I didn't cry. I didn't run. I unleashed a shockwave of ancient White Wolf energy that blasted him across the room, shattering the glass displays. "I don't take orders from dogs anymore," I said, looking down at him. "I, Hayley York, hereby reject you."

You'll also like

The Billionaire's Cold And Bitter Betrayal

The Billionaire's Cold And Bitter Betrayal

Clara Bennett
5.0

I had just survived a private jet crash, my body a map of violet bruises and my lungs still burning from the smoke. I woke up in a sterile hospital room, gasping for my husband's name, only to realize I was completely alone. While I was bleeding in a ditch, my husband, Adam, was on the news smiling at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. When I tracked him down at the hospital's VIP wing, I didn't find a grieving husband. I found him tenderly cradling his ex-girlfriend, Casie, in his arms, his face lit with a protective warmth he had never shown me as he carried her into the maternity ward. The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. Adam admitted the affair started on our third anniversary-the night he claimed he was stuck in London for a merger. Back at the manor, his mother had already filled our planned nursery with pink boutique bags for Casie's "little princess." When I demanded a divorce, Adam didn't flinch. He sneered that I was "gutter trash" from a foster home and that I'd be begging on the streets within a week. To trap me, he froze my bank accounts, cancelled my flight, and even called the police to report me for "theft" of company property. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a charity case he had plucked from obscurity to manage his life. To the Hortons, I was just a servant who happened to sleep in the master bedroom, a "resilient" woman meant to endure his abuse in silence while the whole world laughed at the joke that was my marriage. Adam thought stripping me of his money would make me crawl back to him. He was wrong. I walked into his executive suite during his biggest deal of the year and poured a mug of sludge over his original ten-million-dollar contracts. Then, right in front of his board and his mistress, I stripped off every designer thread he had ever paid for until I was standing in nothing but my own silk camisole. "You can keep the clothes, Adam. They're as hollow as you are." I grabbed my passport, turned my back on his billions, and walked out of that glass tower barefoot, bleeding, and finally free.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book