Sarah’s POV
Mrs. Asher didn’t move or blink. She sat very still, her hand warm and steady over mine.
“What exactly do you mean, Sarah?” she asked quietly.
“Sean isn’t poor, Mrs. Asher,” I whispered, tears already filling my eyes.
“He is a billionaire. He has a secret bank card… a secret life. He… he has a mistress named Valerie who he spends millions of dollars on. While I’ve been skipping dinner so the kids could eat… he… he—”
My voice broke. I quickly looked away and wiped at the corner of my eyes with the back of my hand, trying to hold the tears back.
“Huh… how?” Mrs. Asher asked with a lower voice, her brows pulling together in confusion as she leaned closer, clearly trying to understand what I was saying.
I turned back to look her in the eye and slowly said, “Sean had been a
