He Fell For Me on My Path to Revenge

Summary

Eight years ago, my mom was dying of late-stage cancer. My dad, Mark Collins, wouldn't spend a dime, just let her waste away, waiting to die.

Eight years later, we ran into each other at the hospital. His face twisted with disgust: "If you're going to die, do it somewhere else. Don't drag the Collins name into anything!"

Pretty soon, he'd be on his knees, begging me to help his company.

I shoved him away: "Mark Collins, the day you started keeping a mistress on the side, you stopped being my father!"