The Price of a Fifty-Dollar Bus Ride
I looked at him without a single drop of compassion. “Your startup secured its initial funding rounds strictly because the institutional board believed my family was silently underwriting your risk.
The banks extended your credit lines because they assumed you were being folded into our capital circle. Your partners smiled at your pitches because they saw my surname tracking right behind your shadow—while you were far too busy humiliating me in dark rooms to ever audit the data.”
Dominic threw his hands over his face, his frame shaking. “Audrey, please… I beg you…”
“Do you want to know the exact moment your entire empire collapsed to the bedrock?” I asked, leaning in slightly.
He didn’t dare answer.
“Because I made a single phone call from a city bus,” I said, the words falling like iron weights. “While holding Leo against my chest. While my C-section incision was bleeding through the gauze.