Spoiled by Neglect 4

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Chapter 4

Too busy climbing the corporate ladder, networking, thinking that paying for stuff made me a good mom.

I couldn’t say anything. Just gripped the suitcase handle tighter.

My silence made him bolder.

“What, nothing to say? Evelyn, let me tell you something–Naomi’s got ME. That’s all she needs. She doesn’t need you showing up with your ice queen bullshit!”

He was practically spitting in my face now. “A control freak like you doesn’t DESERVE to be anyone’s mother! No wonder she never bonded with you. She avoids you like you’ve got the plague!”

“You really wanna fly out there and stress her out so bad she drops out?”

It felt like someone parked a truck on my chest.

All the pain from my last life came flooding back.

I stared at this man–this twisted, hateful stranger–my husband of twenty years.

All that tenderness, all that love–it was bullshit. All of it.

To him, I’d always been worthless.

I took a breath, swallowed my tears, and my voice came out steady and cold:

“Crane, we need to-”

My phone rang.

12:51

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Naomi.

I answered. Her voice was shaking, half–crying, completely shocked.

“Mom! Why–why did you just send me two hundred thousand dollars?!”

Loud enough for Crane to hear every word.

He went completely still.

Then he whipped around and stared at my phone like it was a live grenade, his face turning white.

He lunged forward and snatched it out of my hand, screaming into it:

“Naomi! Your mother’s having a mental breakdown! She just moved ALL our savings into your account! That’s our emergency fund! Our LIFELINE!”

His voice was dripping with fake panic, like some concerned dad trying to save the family.

“She’s been talking crazy–divorce, running off with everything–Naomi, baby, you gotta transfer it back to Dad’s account! I’ll keep it safe, I promise!”

Oscar–worthy performance.

Made me want to puke.

I reached for the phone.

He shoved me–hard. I slammed into the closet, pain shooting up my spine.

He covered the phone and hissed at me through his teeth:

“Try it again. I dare you. You want Naomi to know what a psycho her mom is?”

I just stared at him. Empty.

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On the other end, Naomi sounded terrified: “Dad, what’s happening? Why is she doing this?”

“Hell if I know! She’s lost her damn mind!” Crane yelled. “Just send the money back or we’re SCREWED!”

I took a breath. When he looked away for half a second, I lunged and grabbed the phone back.

“Naomi, ignore him.” My voice was shaking but I kept it together. “That money’s yours. I’m not crazy. I just don’t want you suffering anymore.”

“Suffering? Mom, what are you talking about?”

Crane’s face went gray. He tried to grab the phone again.

I stepped back and shouted into it:

“I don’t want you living off ramen and peanut butter for four years! I don’t want you too broke to buy yourself clothes! I don’t want people talking shit about you because your mom’s some cheap bitch!”

Dead silence.

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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.