My Sister Sold My Penthouse Behind My Back—Then Asked Why I Was Smiling

that came from regret. They were born of fear. “Josh could go to jail. Do you understand that?”

I held her gaze. “He should have thought about that before using my money.”

Josh finally looked up. “Lena, I never meant to hurt you.”

I didn’t flinch. “Intent doesn’t erase impact.”

Samantha touched my arm gently. “We should go.”

As we walked away, my father continue reading …