Divorce After His Affair

I gritted my teeth and said, "Fine, I'll do it! Just transfer the money now!"

"Hold your horses. First, make sure the IOU is clear," he said, his voice calm and unhurried, not a hint of concern in it. "Write down why you're borrowing, the interest rate, and the payback date. We don't want any hiccups later."

"Okay, just let me know when you're done, and I'll send the money right away."

"Waylon, I'm begging you, please send the money first. My mom can't wait any longer!"

"No way. What if you pretend this never happened? Do the IOU first, and I'll transfer the money immediately." His tone was firm and unyielding.

I couldn't hold back any longer. Tears streamed down my face as I opened the note-taking app on my phone, my hands trembling, and painstakingly typed the IOU. "Forty thousand dollars to be repaid within three months. If overdue..."

At that point, I choked up, unable to continue.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop? And the interest? You're not planning on ditching this, are you?" Waylon's voice was cold, like a blade slicing through my heart.

"Do you have any shame? That's your mother-in-law!" I finally lost it and shouted into the phone.

Just then, the door to the hospital room swung open.

"Victoria, what's going on? What happened?" It was my best friend, Genevieve. As soon as she heard about my mom's hospitalization, she rushed over immediately.

"Genevieve, you're here, I..." I couldn't hold back any longer and collapsed into her arms, sobbing.

"There, there, don't cry. Tell me, what happened?"

I quickly explained the situation to Genevieve, who listened with growing anger, her fists clenching tightly.

"Waylon George is a jerk!" she fumed. "Don't worry, I'll cover the money for now, and we'll sort things out with him later!" Genevieve stepped in, quickly pulling out her phone and tapping away expertly.

"It's done. I've transferred the money to the hospital account. Go take care of the paperwork now!" she said.

I looked at Genevieve with immense gratitude, struggling to find the words.

Just then, a message arrived from Waylon on WhatsApp: "Where's the IOU? Did you finish it?"

I glared at the message, an unprecedented wave of fury rising within me. I picked up my phone and typed back a single word: "Buzz off!"