I assumed he had simply fallen out of love—until I saw him weeks later driving a luxury sports car, dressed in designer brands.
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It was a sh0cking transformation from the man who used to work long hours as a cashier.
He tossed a $100 bill at me like I was a stranger.
I nearly walked away—until I noticed a tiny smiley face in the corner.
My heart sank. That was my drawing.
It was from a bundle of money my grandfather once offered me for my future—money I had declined.
I had doodled that smiley during our last conversation, trying to make him smile.
I turned to Grandpa’s close friend, Harrison, who confirmed what I feared most: Grandpa had entrusted the money to Michael, believing he would use it to help me.
Instead, Michael took it—and walked away.
With Harrison’s support, I reached out to Logan, a sharp and compassionate attorney.
Together, we confronted Michael at his upscale apartment.
Faced with legal consequences, he confessed and agreed to return the money in installments.
A year later, I opened a veterinary clinic in memory of my grandfather.
Logan came to the grand opening—and, in time, became my husband.
I still carry that smiley-faced $100 bill with me.
It reminds me of the man who loved me unconditionally—and the one who always will.
