I thought he had fallen out of love—until I saw him weeks later driving a luxury sports car, dressed in designer clothes. He tossed me a $100 bill like I was a stranger.
Then I noticed the tiny smiley face in the corner—my drawing from a bundle of money my grandfather had once offered me for my future. My grandfather had entrusted it to Michael, believing he would use it for me.
Instead, Michael had taken it. With the help of Logan, a compassionate attorney, we confronted him. He confessed and agreed to return the money in installments.
A year later, I opened a veterinary clinic in my grandfather’s memory. Logan attended the grand opening—and eventually became my husband.
I still carry that smiley-faced $100 bill. It’s a reminder of the man who loved me unconditionally—and the one who always will.