2026-04-02 21:33:30Jason slowly lifted his head and looked around the glittering ballroom, his chest rising and falling as he searched the crowd for a single face that showed kindness. But everywhere he looked he saw only smirks, cold stares, and people whispering behind champagne glasses.
Then his eyes landed on someone near the back of the room.
Claire Rotterdam, Melissa's stepsister.
She stood partially hidden behind one of the tall marble columns, her elegant blue dress blending into the crowd of wealthy guests. Unlike everyone else, she wasn’t laughing.
Her face looked pale.
Her eyes looked sad.
When their gazes met, Claire immediately lowered her head and looked away, as if the shame of the moment was too much for her to bear.
Jason swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself to step forward again.
“Please,” he said softly, turning his desperate gaze toward Eleanor Rotterdam. His voice trembled as he added, “Please, ma’am… I’ve never asked you for anything before.”
The elderly woman sat calmly in her ornate chair, holding her champagne glass like a queen observing a servant.
Jason’s hands trembled as he spoke.
“My mother raised me alone after my father died,” he continued hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. “She worked three jobs just to keep food on the table. She’s a good woman... and she doesn’t deserve to die just because I’m poor.”
His voice cracked as he finished.
“Please… help her.”
Eleanor took a slow sip of champagne before lowering the glass, her eyes studying Jason like he was an insect pinned under glass.
“Jason, dear,” she said calmly, her voice smooth and cold, “let me explain something about the Rotterdam family.”
She tilted her head slightly, her diamond earrings catching the chandelier light.
“We didn’t become rich by throwing money at hopeless problems,” she continued with quiet disdain. “Your mother’s illness is unfortunate, but it isn’t our responsibility.” A faint smile appeared on her lips. “You should have chosen wealthier parents,” she added coolly.
The room exploded with laughter again.
Guests shook their heads in amusement while others whispered jokes behind their hands.
Jason stood frozen in the center of the ballroom, humiliation burning through him like acid.
“However,” Eleanor continued, raising a single finger as the laughter slowly died down, “I’m willing to make you a small offer.”
Jason looked up weakly, hope flickering in his chest.
“Sign the divorce papers right now,” she said smoothly, gesturing toward the envelope at his feet, “then apologize to Melissa for ruining her evening.”
She took another sip of champagne before finishing.
“And I’ll give you five thousand dollars,” she said with casual generosity. “That’s quite generous, considering you’ve been living in our house like a parasite.”
Jason’s stomach twisted.
Five thousand dollars.
It might as well have been five dollars.
It wouldn’t even cover a tenth of the surgery.
Before he could respond, his phone suddenly began ringing in his pocket.
The sound felt strangely loud in the silent ballroom.
Jason fumbled for the phone with shaking hands and answered it.
“H-Hello?”
“Mr. Luther?” Dr. Patel’s voice came through the speaker, gentle and heavy with regret. “I’m very sorry to call with bad news.”
Jason’s heart stopped.
“We did everything we could,” the doctor continued softly, “but without the surgery… your mother’s condition deteriorated rapidly.”
A pause followed.
“I’m sorry,” Dr. Patel finished quietly. “Your mother passed away three minutes ago.”
Jason’s vision blurred.
“She didn’t suffer,” the doctor added gently. “She just… went to sleep.”
The phone slipped from Jason’s numb fingers and crashed onto the marble floor with a sharp clatter.
“No…” Jason whispered weakly, shaking his head as the world spun around him. “No… no, no…”
His knees nearly gave out.
“Mom,” he choked, his voice breaking as grief tore through his chest. “Mom… please…”
“Oh,” Melissa said casually, her voice slicing through the silence like a blade, “did she die?”
Jason slowly lifted his head.
Melissa shrugged lightly.
“Well, that solves the problem, doesn’t it?” she said with cruel indifference. “Now you don’t need the money.”
She gestured toward the papers on the floor.
“Just sign the divorce papers, Jason,” she added impatiently. “It’s over.”
Something inside Jason shattered.
Not just his heart.
Something deeper.
Something that had once believed people were capable of kindness.
Slowly, he lifted his head and looked around the room.
At the glittering chandeliers.
At the smiling guests.
At the family who had just laughed while his mother died.
And for the first time, he saw them clearly.
They weren’t people.
They were monsters wearing expensive clothes.
“I hope you all rot,” Jason said quietly, his voice low but filled with a strange calm.
The laughter faded as several people frowned.
Jason looked from face to face, his eyes burning with hatred.
“Every single one of you,” he continued coldly. “I hope you lose everything you have.”
His fists clenched.
“I hope one day you end up with nothing,” he finished bitterly. “And I hope you feel every bit of the pain you’ve caused me tonight.”
Marcus Rotterdam’s expression darkened instantly.
“Security!” he barked angrily, slamming his glass down on a nearby table. “Get this lunatic out of my house!”
Two large security guards immediately rushed forward.
“And throw that pathetic motorcycle in the garbage where it belongs,” Marcus added with contempt.
The guards grabbed Jason roughly by the arms.
“Come on,” one of them muttered as they dragged him toward the doors.
Jason didn’t resist.
As they passed Claire, she took a small step forward, her face filled with distress.
“Wait—” she began softly, her voice trembling as if she wanted to say something.
But Catherine Rotterdam shot her a sharp warning look.
Claire froze instantly.
Her lips pressed together as she lowered her head again.
The guards dragged Jason out of the mansion and shoved him violently onto the wet lawn.
The rain had turned into a violent storm.
Thunder roared across the sky as lightning flashed above the mansion.
The guards tossed the unsigned divorce papers after him before slamming the doors shut.
The papers scattered across the soaked grass.
Jason lay there in the mud, staring blankly at the sky as rain poured over his face.
Water soaked through his clothes, washing away the blood and tears.
But it couldn’t wash away the pain.
Nothing could.
His phone began ringing again somewhere beside him.
Jason reached out slowly and answered without even looking.
“Mr. Luther?” a professional female voice said on the line. “This is Jennifer from the hospital billing department.”
Jason didn’t respond.
“I’m calling to inform you,” she continued in a rehearsed tone, “that your mother’s body will remain in the hospital morgue until the outstanding medical bills are settled.”
Jason closed his eyes.
“The current balance is forty-seven thousand, six hundred and twelve dollars,” she added calmly. “Payment is required within thirty days.”
A brief pause.
“Otherwise,” she finished, “the account will be sent to collections.”
Jason lowered the phone slowly.
He didn’t say a word.
He didn’t have the strength.
He didn’t have the will.
He simply lay there in the cold rain while thunder rolled above him.
His mother was dead.
His wife had betrayed him.
His dignity had been crushed.
Everything he had ever loved was gone.
And for the first time in his life…
Jason truly had nothing left.
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