When His Devotion Came Too Late Novel – It had been a week since I last submitted a reimbursement request, and Adrian Hunt finally noticed. He tossed a black card at me with a look of contempt. “I’ve already covered your father’s dialysis. Stop bothering me with this petty crap.” “I know your bottomless pit isn’t easy to fill, but you don’t have to be so desperate about it.” What he didn’t know was that by the time I caught that card, I’d already signed my organ donor papers and the divorce agreement.
As I walked out the door, I was still wearing the same faded, pilled hoodie he’d tossed me five years ago. No one would believe that Mrs. Hunt, wife of the man who controlled half the entertainment industry, had to photograph receipts for five-dollar packs of pads and send them to his secretary for approval. All because he was convinced that someone like me, a gold digger in his eyes, would turn rotten the second she had cash in hand.
But a week ago, when my father went into kidney failure and needed an emergency transfusion, I knelt and begged him for thirty thousand dollars. His secretary deliberately canceled my transfer request, smiling as she said she wanted to help me break my “insatiable” habits. Adrian never knew I swallowed that humiliation just to keep my father alive in his private hospital. Now that my father had been unplugged for non-payment and his ashes scattered, there was no reason for me to stay and play his obedient dog.