A fictional story…

Bloop.

What now? I thought as I pulled my phone out of my coat jacket. “What? How can this be?” Quickly, I moved aside as people walked passed and stared at my abrupt shrieking.

It was a text from the bank, telling me my account has been overdrawn again. Twice in a month, I don’t understand this, how can my account be overdrawn? I hardly spend any money. Hand shaking, I logged into the app to check the account. “Son of a bitch! He did not!”

In that moment, I went from having a near-panic-attack to full-on fury. I shoved my phone back into the pocket and marched home in long strides. I’m going to give him a piece of my mind. I shared my funds with him knowing he would be responsible in his spending, not blow it on booze and who knows what else.

Better yet…

I paused in my march and pulled out my phone again. This time, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I tapped into the bank’s app and froze my to-be-husband’s access, to make sure he doesn’t spend any more for now. Oh, he’s going to pay all right. I’ll make sure of it.

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