Chapter 133: I Didn't Choose to Break Up

"I don't need your help. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up." I spoke fast, afraid that if I hesitated for even a second, I might agree to something I'd regret. Then I ended the call. My relationship with Arthur had started because of money. I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. Even so, his voice lingered in my head long after the call ended, stirring up emotions I didn't want to face. For a moment, I hated myself for feeling anything at all. Then the anger came. What was my mother thinking? Calling Arthur of all people? He had nothing to do with our family. She didn't even know who he was, and yet she'd reached out to him as if it were nothing. Did she ever stop to think about how that would make me feel? How humiliating it would be for me? Enough money had already passed between Arthur and me. Now, in his eyes, I probably looked like a woman who only cared about his wallet. I paced the bedroom restlessly, the weight of everything pressing down on me. I'd called nearly