Your Waiting Arms
The year my family goes bankrupt, I cling to Ewan Rivera for one last night. When I wake up, I throw my final bit of money at him.
"You can go cozy up to some other sugar mommy now. You don't need to degrade yourself by serving an ugly woman like me."
I'm kicked out by the people liquidating our assets, and everyone points and laughs at the birthmark on my face.
Meanwhile, Ewan's friends are busy celebrating his fresh start.
"With a face like yours, tons of wealthy, gorgeous women are lining up for you. Why torture yourself with that ugly chick?"
"Now that she's bankrupt, she won't cling to you anymore, right?"
Five years later, Ewan has gone from being a broke campus heartthrob to a rising star in business.
In the interview room, he flips through my application and pauses on my photo. He asks coolly, "You're 28? You already have a child?"
I meet his probing gaze and introduce myself. "Yes. I'm Ingrid Landeau. I'm married with a daughter."
I've changed my name and removed the large birthmark on my face.
Ewan can't recognize me anymore.