Spoiled by Neglect 3

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Chapter 3

He squeezed the words out through clenched teeth.

I met his glare dead–on and said, slow and clear: “I’m just being a mother to my daughter.”

“Being a mother?” He let out this ugly laugh. “Your idea of ‘being a mother‘ is sabotaging me? Blowing this family to hell?”

Suddenly his hand shot up.

I didn’t move.

Last lifetime went exactly like this too. The second things didn’t go his way, out came the fists.

I closed my eyes, bracing for it.

But the hit never landed.

His raised hand just… hung there in the air for a second, then dropped back down to his side, limp and defeated.

It wasn’t that his conscience kicked in.

He was scared.

One slap and he’d lose his meal ticket permanently.

“Fine. Real nice.” He jabbed his finger in my face, his whole body shaking. “Evelyn, you better watch your back.”

Crane stormed out and slammed the door so hard the walls shook.

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Naomi texted me her bank info.

I didn’t transfer anything yet. Instead, I changed, grabbed the house deed and my ID, and

drove to the bank.

I wasn’t there to send her three thousand.

I opened a joint account–my name and hers.

Then I moved our biggest CD–two hundred thousand dollars–straight into it.

That money? Last time around, after I died, Crane cashed it out and bought his bastard kid

a condo.

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This time? Over my dead body.

After I locked that down, I sent Naomi her three thousand.

Then I texted:

“Hey sweetie, did you get it? Also–I opened a joint account for you. There’s $200k in there for tuition and whatever else you need. Password’s your birthday. Use it whenever. You

don’t have to tell anyone.”

Sent.

Nothing.

She didn’t respond.

The house was dead silent when I got home. Crane still wasn’t back.

Thank God. I needed the quiet.

I went to the bedroom, opened the closet, and pulled out the suitcase that’d been collecting dust for years.

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Last lifetime, he threw me out with nothing but the clothes on my back.

This lifetime? He’s the one who’s gonna pack his shit and leave.

I started gathering my stuff–clothes, jewelry, the cash I’d been squirreling away.

I was shoving a stack of bills into the suitcase when the bedroom door slammed open.

Crane stumbled in reeking like a distillery.

He saw the suitcase and froze. Then the liquor hit him and he exploded.

“EVELYN! You’re seriously doing this? Wow, look at you–got some balls now, huh?”

He charged at me, ripped the cash out of my hands, and threw it across the room.

Bills scattered everywhere like confetti at the world’s saddest party.

“You wanna leave? FINE! But everything you got from me STAYS! You came into this marriage with jack shit, and you’re leaving with jack shit!”

I watched him have his meltdown. Ice cold.

“I’m not leaving. I’m flying to New York to see Naomi.”

“See her? For what?” He laughed like I’d just said the dumbest thing he’d ever heard.

“She just started school! Boot camp, classes–she’s drowning! You showing up is the LAST thing she needs!”

“I’m her mother. I have every right to see her.”

“Mother?” He sneered and got right up in my face.

“Oh, so NOW you remember? Besides throwing money at her every month, what the hell have you actually DONE? How many parent–teacher conferences did you go to? When she

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had a fever, who sat up with her all night?”

Every word was a knife.

And the worst part? He was right.

I’d failed Naomi. For years.

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Spoiled by Neglect

Status: Ongoing

Part 1: The Final Moments

Evelyn dies in misery — paralyzed, helpless, lying in her own filth in a nursing home.
Her only visitor is her daughter Naomi, who stares down at her with hatred instead of love.

“You only sent me two hundred dollars a month at NYU,” Naomi sneers, waving a receipt. “So guess what? I’ll buy you the cheapest urn I can find — for two hundred.”
Her laughter echoes as she leaves. Evelyn tries to speak, to explain, but only wheezing escapes her lips.
And just like that, she dies — alone, heartbroken, branded a monster mother.

Part 2: The Funeral Lies

Even in death, there is no peace.
At her funeral, whispers swirl like smoke:

“She was so cold.”
“Starved her daughter through college.”
“All she ever cared about was money.”
No one knows the truth. No one wants to.
Because the truth is uglier than the lie — and it starts with her husband.

Part 3: The Hidden Truth

Evelyn had sent her daughter three thousand dollars every month.
But her “honest” husband, Crane Holloway, had stolen twenty-four hundred of it each time, sending only six hundred to Naomi.
Then, to make it worse, he told their daughter that Evelyn had cut her allowance — painting her as stingy and cruel.
And where did the money go?
Straight into funding his secret mistress and their second family across town.

Part 4: The Rebirth

The last breath fades…
Then she wakes up — back in her younger body — the exact day she’s about to send Naomi her first college allowance.
For a moment, disbelief floods her chest.
Then fury replaces it.
This time, she swears, no one will take advantage of her again.

Part 5: The Manipulator Returns

“Babe, just Venmo me the cash and I’ll send it all to Naomi in one go,”
Crane calls casually from the kitchen, wearing that same fake smile he always did — the “good guy” act that once fooled her.
He even adds, “I’ll throw in an extra two thousand so she doesn’t have to penny-pinch.”
Last lifetime, that charm had worked.
This lifetime? Not a chance.

Part 6: The Moment of Clarity

Looking at him now — the man she once called her soulmate — Evelyn sees every lie, every manipulation, every stolen cent.
His eyes give him away — the greed, the hidden calculation, the smirk behind his “loving” mask.
This was the exact moment her downfall began before.
Not this time.

“Sure,” she says softly. “Three thousand.”
He beams, believing he’s fooled her again.

Part 7: The Parasite’s Routine

Crane launches into his next act:

“Hey babe, mind shooting me another five grand from your checking? I’m tapped out — need some new fall gear.”
He rubs his hands together, playing the helpless husband card.
Evelyn has heard it all before — every excuse, every “you’re too busy to handle money.”
She remembers it now: how he’d insisted she let him manage her paycheck “for the family.”
She’d been a full-time worker, the only breadwinner, while he sat at home pretending to be her financial protector.
He wasn’t managing her money — he was bleeding her dry.

Part 8: The Realization

In her past life, Evelyn had been blind — trusting him completely, believing his charm and his lies.
But now, reborn and awake, she sees every red flag for what it is.
She’s not the naive woman who funded his affairs.
She’s the woman who came back to take everything he stole — with interest.

Part 9: The Shift

“Fine,” she says flatly.
Crane’s eyes light up, mistaking her calm for submission. He tries to hug her, confident that she’s still “his Evelyn.”
But when he reaches out — she steps aside.
His arms catch only air.
The confusion on his face is priceless.
“What’s your problem? I slaved over dinner and you won’t even let me touch you?”
Evelyn doesn’t even look at him.
“No problem,” she says coldly. “She’s my daughter. I’ll send her the money myself.”

Part 10: The Reborn Woman

And just like that, the tables turn.
For the first time in twenty years, Evelyn keeps her own money — and her power.
She’s no longer a victim of lies or manipulation.
This time, she’s the one writing the story.
And before she’s done, every liar — her husband, his mistress, their secret family — will pay for what they did.
Because this life, Evelyn Holloway isn’t dying in filth.
She’s living for vengeance.