Kicked Out For My Sister’s Baby I Returned Rich Chapter 18
Trent imagined that a single promise could buy back some sliver of his dignity.
But I had been waiting three years for those words.
Back then, in my own living room, he had insisted that because his name was on the joint account, he was entitled to take every cent.
Later, when he came to my company begging me to sort out his debts, he swore he’d find a way to make it up to me.
Now that the whole world had seen the truth, he was finally willing to put it in writing that he ought to return what he took.
Too late.
I saved the email to the original cloud folder and sent it, along with the bank statements, to my lawyer, formally demanding repayment of the portion of the joint account I had funded.
Of the sixty-four thousand, three hundred dollars, eighty-two percent had come from me.
Fifty-two thousand, seven hundred and twenty-six dollars.
This time, I had no intention of writing it off as a lesson learned.
Trent answered fast, claiming he had no money. His wages were garnished for child support, his credit cards were past due, and if I sued, he wouldn’t even make rent.
My lawyer sent back a single line:
Financial hardship does not grant you the right to take someone else’s savings.
Regina received a reimbursement claim as well.
In the transfer records, her credit card company was a direct recipient. The pricey baby items had been delivered to the apartment, addressed to Trent, and she had moved in that same day.
Both of them had profited from the money.
At mediation, it was the first time I’d seen them since the livestream.
Trent wore a rumpled shirt, dark circles ringing his eyes. Regina sat across from him and, once she entered the room, never once looked his way.
Only the documents from three years ago lay on the table.
No speculation.
No accusations.
No accusations.
Just the deposits from every paycheck, the credit card payments, and the purchases from the baby store made before the party.
Trent still tried to explain.
“I really thought I’d be able to pay it back later.”
Regina laughed coldly. “If you can’t pay it back, why are you dragging me into this?”
“The money was spent on you.”
“The account was yours, and you made the transfers!”
“You were the one crying that the baby would have nothing!”
“The baby was yours, too!”
They started tearing into each other all over again, exactly like on the livestream.
I didn’t interrupt.
When they both ran out of steam, I slid the thirty-day move-out notice into the center of the table.
“You used my money to set up your new home, then threw me out of it.”
“Now, I’m just taking back what belongs to me.”
Trent kept his head down, his fingers shaking.
Regina ground out, “And if we refuse?”
“Then the court can review the documents.”
She stared at the bank records for a long moment.
In the end, she was the first to pick up the pen.
Trent signed right after her.
They agreed to jointly repay the fifty-two thousand, seven hundred and twenty-six dollars in installments scaled to their income. If a single payment was missed, the entire remaining balance would go straight into enforcement.
After signing, Trent stopped me.
“Thea, I’m paying you back now. Does that mean that maybe, between us, we can—”
“You’ve only just begun to return what was never yours.”
I gathered up the papers.
“This isn’t compensation, and it’s not a new beginning.”
“This isn’t compensation, and it’s not a new beginning.”
As the door closed behind me, I heard Regina cursing at him under her breath.
Trent shot back at once.
I didn’t slow my steps.
They had once stood in a room full of applause, convinced that if they took everything from me, they could start a happy new life.
Now, the repayment schedule was down in black and white.
No one could erase that debt with a simple line about family.