They Called Me Selfish for Asking Him to Feed His Own Son Chapter 14
Then it erupts.
[Oh my God, this family is insane. She’s carrying all of them, asks for thirteen hundred bucks, and they all
jump down her throat?]
[So Derek’s video was completely backwards? He’s the selfish one?]
[Using his wife like a workhorse while playing saint in public. That’s disgusting.]
[I take back everything I said about Clara. Seriously, I’m so sorry.]
[Wait, so she didn’t abandon them-they pushed her out?]
[And then they had the nerve to play victim and ask for donations? Go straight to hell.]
I take a breath and keep going.
“After that, I took the six-month immersive bootcamp. No contact for half a year. I never spent a penny of
this family’s money on myself. I did everything I could.”
“And the thanks I get? Derek spreads lies online, paints me as the villain, and cashes in on people’s pity. He
says I wasted our money-but every receipt proves that every dollar went to this family. He says I ran away
with debt-but I’m the one who carried this family alone for seven years while he never contributed a dime.”
“You all thought he was a saint. But his sainthood was built on my blood.”
When I finish, no one in the chat is cursing me anymore.
Just apologies. Anger. Support.
[Divorce him. You deserve way better than this.]
[The whole family is fake and disgusting.]
[He lied to everyone. That’s straight-up fraud. Throw him in jail.]
[They need to give back every single donation.]
When the stream ends, I file for divorce.
The backlash is instant. My recording gets shared millions of times. The people who cursed me line up to
apologize.
Derek’s accounts implode.
His victim video-comments flipped from “Poor Mr. Shaw” to pure acid.
[Oscar-worthy performance.]
[Using your wife as an ATM while playing saint. Real man.]
[She carried you for seven years and you tried to destroy her. You’re not a man.]
[Return the money.]
Derek deletes comments. Turns off comments. Deletes the video.
Too late.
Everyone saved it. Screenshots everywhere. He posts a new video claiming my stream was faked, taken out
of context.
No one believes him.
My evidence is ironclad. Bank statements, payment records, chat logs, security footage.
All he has are tears and lies.
The people who donated demanded refunds. Total donations he received-over one hundred fifty thousand
dollars.
More than I earned in seven years.
All he did was sit in front of a camera, cry a few fake tears, and make up a story.
A month later, the divorce hearing.
The judge grants the divorce. When asked if I want custody of Leo, I say no.
The judge respects my decision. Derek is ordered to pay me eighty-four thousand dollars as my share of the
marital assets.
He’s also ordered to return all the crowdfunded money-over one hundred fifty thousand dollars.
He can’t afford it. He sells the house.
After the sale, Derek moves his parents and son into a low-rent apartment in a bad part of town.
His parents get sicker. Meds run out, then get refilled, then run out again.
Leo gets thinner. He doesn’t call his dad a hero anymore.
Because the kids at his new preschool laugh at him, “Your dad’s a fake. He doesn’t take care of his own
family-just his reputation.”
And me?
After the bootcamp, I get promoted to director. My salary quadruples.
Sometimes a coworker brings up Derek’s name. I just smile.
Nothing left to say.
Some people do good to light up others.
Some people do good to light up themselves.
Derek’s kindness was built from other people’s flesh and blood, stacked into a pedestal for himself.
Now the pedestal is gone. And he’s finally who he always was.
An ordinary, selfish man no one looks up to.
And I’m finally who I always was.
Myself.
