Chapter 7 - The Final Ultimatum — "Sign The Papers Or Lose Everything."
The next seven days were a masterclass in desperation.
Jason called me every single day, his tone shifting from angry to begging, to weeping, to bargaining.
"Mom, please. We found a cheaper phone plan. We cancelled our festival tickets. We are cutting back on everything. Just please don't force the sale of the car. It will ruin my credit forever."
"Then find the $15,000, Jason," I said every time, before hanging up.
They tried to get a loan from Chloe’s parents, but Penelope’s family had no money. They tried to refinance the car, but because Jason’s debt-to-income ratio was so high from their reckless spending, no bank would touch the loan without a co-signer. And they knew better than to ask me.
On Thursday night, the deadline eve, Jason arrived at my house alone.
He didn't knock aggressively. He knocked softly, like a child waiting for punishment.
I opened the door and let him into the kitchen. He looked hollow. His designer clothes looked wrinkled, and he had dark circles under his eyes.
"Did you bring the money, Jason?" I asked, pouring him a cup of coffee.
"I couldn't get $15,000, Mom," he whispered, staring at the table. "No bank will approve me without you."
He pulled a document out of his jacket pocket and slid it across the table to me.
"But I brought this," he said.
I picked it up. It was a legal agreement drawn up by a notary. Jason had voluntarily signed over his entire ownership of the luxury SUV to me, in exchange for me paying off the remaining balance of the loan and releasing him from the debt entirely.
It meant the car was 100% mine. He was walking away with nothing, but his credit score would be saved from bankruptcy.
"Chloe is furious," Jason said, his voice cracking. "She says she wants a divorce because we have no car and no money. She’s staying at her mother’s house with the kids."
I looked at my son. For a brief second, that old motherly instinct stirred in my chest. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to tell him it would be okay.
But I looked at the kitchen table, remembering the years of manipulation, the threat he had made on my porch, and the arrogance in his voice when he thought he could exploit me.
If I helped him now, the cycle would start all over again.
"A divorce is expensive, Jason," I said coldly. "You better start saving your money."
He looked up at me, tears in his eyes. "Do you even love me anymore, Mom?"
"I love you enough to stop feeding your poison, Jason," I said, signing my name at the bottom of the vehicle transfer document. "You wanted to be independent. You wanted to treat me like a stranger. Now you get to see what life looks like without a mother who carries your weight."
I stood up and opened the front door.
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"Leave the keys to the SUV on the counter," I said. "You can walk home."
He stood up, dropped the keys onto the kitchen island with a heavy clink, and walked out into the dark night.
