(Mannie’s POV)
The moment my pen touched the paper, something inside me tightened. I knew it wasn’t just ink I was putting down. It was a piece of my pride. A part of me that I had kept safe all these years while raising my kids and surviving every single day on my own.
And now, I had sold it. For money and for survival.
I stared at the space for the signature where I had penned down my name. Looking at how neat and sharp it was, I was reminded of the good old days while still in high school, when I had used every chance I had to practice a beautiful signature, believing that one day I will be rich.
But somehow, reality doesn’t seem to agree with me.
I forced a smile, even though my heart felt heavy. I stretched my hand toward Dominic, trying to act strong. “Done. I hope we have a goo
