Richard stormed out.
And then Vanessa lost control.
She smashed the television with a remote. She hurled flower pots at Richard’s SUVs, shattering windshields. Then, driven by rage, she dragged the master bedroom mattress down the stairs, across the compound, and all the way to the roadside refuse heap.
“Let him come back and meet nothing!” she shouted.
She had no idea what was hidden inside it.
When Richard returned days later and saw the empty bed frame, panic swallowed him whole.
“Where is the mattress?” he demanded.
Vanessa lifted her chin. “I threw it away.”
Richard grabbed her shoulders. “You fool! Do you know what you have done? My money—my life savings—everything was inside that mattress!”
Vanessa went pale. Her legs nearly gave way.
Richard raced to the refuse heap, Vanessa stumbling behind him, but the mattress was already gone.
He clawed through trash like a madman, kicking old planks and bags aside.
Nothing.
“It’s gone,” Vanessa whispered, shaking.
Richard slammed his fists against his car. “You have destroyed me.”
Meanwhile, the next morning, Grace woke early and decided to sweep around the mattress. When she tried to lift it, she frowned.
It was too heavy.
Curious, she pressed along the edge and felt something hard hidden beneath the foam.
Her heart began to race.
She fetched a blade and carefully cut open the seam.
Inside were bundles of money.
Grace pulled one out, then another, then another. Foreign notes spilled into her lap—pounds, euros, dollars.
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