While I Starved to Save Him, He Spent My Money on His Fiancée

During the single minute the elevator plunged out of control, my mind was entirely filled with Julian, who was supposedly waiting in his hospital bed for the money that would save his life.

I had called him twenty-eight times, desperate to tell him that I had finally scraped together enough cash for his surgery, so he wouldn’t have to worry.

But he never picked up.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a stretcher, being wheeled toward an ambulance.

From the crowding onlookers, a girly, high-pitched voice piped up with amusement,