She Wanted Everyone to Remember Her Birthday, So I Let Them Remember It Forever Chapter 11
Mr. Rollins’ legs gave out completely, and he collapsed right onto the concrete steps.
As I walked out holding my documented compensation form, Chad rushed to catch up with me.
The clear imprint of my hand was still visible on his face, yet he still managed to speak with that same self-righteous attitude. “Patricia, if we’re calling off the wedding, fine. But both our families
should handle our own halves of the catering and venue refunds.”
Staring at him, I found myself amazed all over again by the sheer thickness of his skin. “My family booked the venue, and my family paid the deposit. What does any of that have to do with you?”
He choked on his words for a second before dropping his voice lower. “Then what about the compensation for your damaged apartment? Can you drop my mom’s portion of the liability? She’s getting old, and she can’t handle this kind of stress.”
Willow was wailing right beside him, putting on a massive show. “I only slapped you once! Are you seriously trying to drive me to my grave?”
I opened the document sent by my lawyer and held it right in front of Chad.
“You’re seriously delusional. Take a good look-the smart lock, the carpet, the coffee table, the console cabinet, my phone, the drywall repair, plus my lost wages and medical evaluation.”
“You two caused every bit of this damage, and you’re going to pay for every last cent of it. Otherwise, you can face the legal consequences.”
Chad’s face drained of color entirely as he began to plead. “Patricia, we’ve been together for so many years after all. Can’t you just show me a little bit of mercy for old time’s sake?”
A cold smirk played on my lips. “You’re disgusting.”
The very next day, I officially announced that the engagement was off and the wedding was
canceled.
I left every single one of the Wellington family group chats, re-registered the apartment deed
solely under my name, and limited all digital lock access and management permissions strictly to
myself.
The developer promptly wired over the funds to cover my apartment repairs, while the compensation owed by Chad and his mother went straight into the legal process handled by my
lawyer.
Ophelia’s family sold their car and managed to pay Millie back a portion of what they owed. The remaining owners then came after her, one after another, demanding their share.
Ophelia used to love bragging about how she was everyone’s favorite neighbor, but now, the moment she stepped outside, the entire building avoided her like the plague.
On the day the locks were officially replaced, the owners of Building 18 queued up until the early hours of the morning, scanning their IDs, signing safety agreements, and resetting their systems one by one.
When Millie saw me, a look of deep embarrassment flashed across her face. “Patricia… if only we had listened to you from the very beginning.”
I didn’t answer.
Very quickly, a crisp notification chimed from my brand-new smart lock.
“Owner verification successful.”
