Letting My Toxic Ex Burn

My boyfriend, Todd, insisted on dragging me to the bank to handle the wire transfer.

He adamantly demanded that Gigi, his precious childhood friend who was working as a junior teller, process the transaction. He claimed he wanted to help her get some hands-on experience so she could settle into her new job.

But the moment I inserted the security key, Gigi did something unfathomable: she dumped the entire capital pool into a failing penny stock called GreenTerra Solutions, which was hours away from being delisted.

She turned to me, blowing a mock kiss with a grating, childish lisp.