The Rolex & The Ruin: My Family's Greed

resence in the house was treated as an invasion. The lie about m

gned to make me feel unwelcome. One morning, I found my expensive, cus

It looked like old junk. I was just clearing out some clutter

ith her cousin, a guy who had just got

rk playing on her lips. "You can' t be

ight their battles for them. I spent most of my time in the guest room, working on my laptop, laying the groundwork f

er about the foundation. I' d left on Friday morning and came back Sunday night.

e door open

low. My suitcase was gone. The furniture was being disassembled. Gabrie

xes," she was saying. "It belongs to a poor rela

r arm, was my Patek Philippe watch. It was a one-of-a-kind piece, a gift to myself after my company went publi

ked, my voice shaking with a

artled. "Annabel! Y

are my t

e moved them down to the basement. I decided th

ll, damp storage room

pointing at her wrist. "W

just lying around. I figured you wouldn't mind since, you know..." She le

t off,"

hat

It. Of

faltered. She looked towards the doorway, where my

ling up with fake tears. "She' s yelli

for heaven' s sake, stop it! It' s just

Your mother is right. Apologize to Ga

r. Siding with a thief.

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