A Donna in Name, a Prisoner in Practice
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"I had the hospital put your mother back on treatment. Now behave yourself, and quit making up excuses to get money out of me."
The call came from my husband, Silas Crane.
The Don of the Crane family had noticed I hadn't gone to his assistant for money in five whole days. He probably figured I'd finally been trained to be a proper Donna.
Before he hung up, he added, "I know life's tough for people from the wrong side of town. But you're not going to scam the Cranes that easily."
I didn't tell him the divorce papers were sitting right in front of me.
When I packed, I went through the entire walk-in closet. In the end, the only thing I could take was the old denim jacket I'd worn the day I married into this family.
From the outside, being the Crane Donna looked like having it all.
But in five years, I couldn't even scrape together two decent outfits.
The jewelry and gowns were locked in a safe. Every dollar I spent needed a written request, and Silas's personal assistant, Tessa Vaughn, had to approve it.
His reason was simple. I came from nothing, and he was afraid I'd start blowing money the second I married into wealth.
Five days ago, Mom was lying in a hospital bed waiting on a $300,000 surgery deposit.
Tessa sent my request back again and again. Before the money ever came through, Mom was gone.
I'd put up with Silas for five years, and it was never about love. It was about the surgery slot at the Crane hospital that could save Mom.
Now Mom was gone, and there was nothing left in the Crane family that could keep me here.
The call came from my husband, Silas Crane.
The Don of the Crane family had noticed I hadn't gone to his assistant for money in five whole days. He probably figured I'd finally been trained to be a proper Donna.
Before he hung up, he added, "I know life's tough for people from the wrong side of town. But you're not going to scam the Cranes that easily."
I didn't tell him the divorce papers were sitting right in front of me.
When I packed, I went through the entire walk-in closet. In the end, the only thing I could take was the old denim jacket I'd worn the day I married into this family.
From the outside, being the Crane Donna looked like having it all.
But in five years, I couldn't even scrape together two decent outfits.
The jewelry and gowns were locked in a safe. Every dollar I spent needed a written request, and Silas's personal assistant, Tessa Vaughn, had to approve it.
His reason was simple. I came from nothing, and he was afraid I'd start blowing money the second I married into wealth.
Five days ago, Mom was lying in a hospital bed waiting on a $300,000 surgery deposit.
Tessa sent my request back again and again. Before the money ever came through, Mom was gone.
I'd put up with Silas for five years, and it was never about love. It was about the surgery slot at the Crane hospital that could save Mom.
Now Mom was gone, and there was nothing left in the Crane family that could keep me here.


















































