I'll Buy Your Son With My Husband's Card

My daughter was mowed down on the campus promenade by a drunk, speeding trust-fund brat.

Her femur was shattered. Multiple ribs were broken. She was, and still is, in a coma.

His parents requested a meeting to settle things.

Her tone was a blade of arrogance, sharp and self-assured.

Ava, she said, just sign the liability waiver. Lets not drag this out and ruin my sons future.

A wildfire of rage consumed what little reason I had left. I snatched the papers and threw them back in her face. You can go to hell.

A smirk played on her lips as she looked up at me from her seat.

The law is quite clear. Even in a wrongful death suit, the payout is rarely more than a couple of million. Your daughter isnt even dead. How about we cover the medical bills and add two million on top of that?

She slid a black credit card from her wallet, flashing it like a trophy. Im sure youve never seen one of these. Its an Amex Centurion. Invitation only.

My eyes locked on the card. On the unique, custom filigree pattern in the corner. A pattern I knew intimately. It was the birthday gift I had given my husband.

For a sickening moment, I tasted blood in the back of my throat. I swallowed it down, my gaze turning lethal.

Name a price for your sons life, I said, my voice dangerously calm. Im buying.

1

When I first arrived at the hospital, my legs nearly gave out.

My daughter, Maya, was a fragile doll wrapped in white, lying still and silent in the ICU. The machines breathed for her.

The police officer showed me photos from the scene. Maya and two other girls, their limbs bent at unnatural angles like broken marionettes. Their white university sweatshirts were stained a horrifying, deep crimson.

The doctors words echoed in my head. She walked right up to deaths door. A fraction of an inch closer

After three days of holding vigil by Mayas bedside, I got a call from the academy. The parents of the boy who did this wanted to meet.

I found her in the headmasters office, a woman dripping in jewels, scrolling idly on her phone. She glanced up, her expression one of utter boredom. You must be Ava, Mayas mother. Sit.

She slid a document across the polished mahogany table. A liability waiver. Lets not waste time. Sign this. My son has a bright future, and I dont want this incident to interfere with it.

The arrogance was suffocating. The entitlement, absolute.

The image of my daughter, blood-soaked and broken, flashed behind my eyes. An inferno of rage burned away the edges of my sanity. My hands trembled, not from fear, but from a fury so profound it threatened to tear me apart. I gripped the papers, and with a guttural scream, ripped them to shreds, throwing the pieces in her face.

Your son is a monster. Youre dreaming if you think Ill let this go!

I lunged at her, a primal urge to claw that smirk off her face, to make her feel a fraction of my pain. Why should the one who caused all this suffering sit there so high and mighty, so utterly untouched?

The headmaster and another teacher, who had been standing by like useless statues, finally sprang into action, grabbing my arms.

Mrs. Harrison, please, calm down, one of them pleaded, as if I were the one out of line. Mrs. Vance is here in good faith, to find a resolution.

Audrey Vance calmly brushed the paper scraps from her silk blouse, her eyes glittering with derisive pity.

Ive already had my people look into you, she said, her voice smooth as venom. Your daughter wears clothes from Zara and Gap. Non-designer. Id wager youre a typical working-class family.

The law is quite clear, she repeated, as if lecturing a child. Even in a wrongful death suit, the payout is rarely more than a couple of million. Your daughter isnt even dead. How about we cover the medical bills and add two million on top of that?

She leaned forward, a conspiratorial gleam in her eye. Two million dollars that must seem like a lottery ticket for a family like yours. Think about it. If you save a hundred thousand a year, it would take you twenty years to earn that. One little accident, and you get it all at once. You should see this as a blessing, our little act of charity. Dont be greedy. Its unbecoming.

I stared at her, the hatred in my soul so potent I could feel it radiating from my skin. My whole body shook. Your son was drunk, street racing on a campus promenade. He critically injured three people and hurt dozens more. The only place his future belongs is in a prison cell for the rest of his life!

Audrey feigned a theatrical arch of her brow, then let a chilling smile spread across her face.

Have you ever heard the expression, Money makes the world go round? she purred. And I have more than just money. I have influence. Why do you think this story hasn't blown up on the news or social media? Because I She flattened her palm and pressed it down, a gesture of absolute power. ...had it suppressed.

As if for emphasis, she produced the black card again, her eyes shining with smug triumph.

Do you know what this is? The Amex Centurion card. You need a net worth in the hundreds of millions to even qualify. A number you cant even fathom.

My gaze fell again on the familiar, custom filigree in the corner. The world tilted on its axis. My heart, already shattered, plunged into an abyss. That was the supplementary card I had given my husband, Mark.

His mistress was trying to use my own money to buy my daughters life.

The last few weeks clicked into place with horrifying clarity.

A month ago, Mark asked for a birthday present. A new luxury sports car. Id said yes. The model he described matched the one that hit my daughter.

Three days ago, the head of my companys PR department mentioned Mark had requested a full-court press to contain a negative social media narrative. Lost in my grief over Maya, Id approved it without a second thought.

A metallic tang of blood filled my throat again. I swallowed it down. My voice, when it came out, was glacial.

Then whats the price for your sons life? Name a number. Im buying.

2

For a split second, a flicker of genuine shock crossed her face. Then, she let out a short, sharp laugh. Heh.

I know youre upset about your daughter, but tantrums wont solve your financial problems. And really, what kind of money could you possibly have?

My gaze was unblinking, heavy as stone. Name a price.

The surprise returned, quickly replaced by a dawning, greedy comprehension. Oh, I see. You think two million is too low. Fine. Three million. Any more than that, and frankly, your daughter just isn't worth it.

I repeated myself, my voice flat and devoid of emotion. I said, I want to buy your sons life. Give me a number.

She sized me up, from my simple black dress to my worn-out shoes, and then burst into full-throated laughter. It was a cruel, mocking sound.

Ten million, she finally gasped, as if it were the funniest joke shed ever heard. If you can produce ten million dollars, you can have my sons life. Ha! But people like you you couldnt save that much in a hundred lifetimes.

I nodded slowly. Ten million. Its a bit steep for a piece of trash, but fine. His life is mine.

I pulled out my phone and sent a single text to my assistant.

Audrey scoffed. Even one of the teachers felt the need to intervene.

Mrs. Harrison, please, be reasonable, he said, his tone placating. The Vances are not people you can afford to provoke. You could lose everythingyour daughters medical coverage, even your job.

Ive always taught Maya to be modest, to be humble. The teachers at this elite academy, however, were masters of kissing up and kicking down.

No one here knew that I was the chairman of the board of Apex Innovations. That my husband, Mark, the companys CEO, was merely its public face.

Ive recorded our entire conversation, I said calmly, looking at Audrey. And Id like the teachers present to act as witnesses to our agreement.

That finally seemed to get under her skin. Her face hardened.

Fine. You want to play hardball? You wont get a single penny. And let me tell you something else. My husband has already dispatched Apex Innovations chief legal counsel, David Klein, to handle this. The man has never lost a case in his life.

I nodded again. Perfect.

The teachers were now looking at me as if Id completely lost my mind.

The poor womans cracked from the trauma, one whispered to another. Its a shame. A real tragedy. But to go up against the wife of Apexs CEO? In this city, everyone knows they can move mountains.

Just as Audreys smugness reached its peak, the parents of another victim arrived.

Audrey repeated her offer to them, the same cold speech, the same dismissive tone. The fathers face was a mask of anguish and indecision.

We cant sign it, honey, the mother sobbed. We cant. Our little girl there isnt a single part of her that isnt broken. How can we just let that monster walk away? I cant live with it!

The father sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. But the treatments we need the money. And how can we possibly fight a family like that? If we dont sign, well probably get nothing at all!

The mothers cries intensified. My baby why did this have to happen to her?

As the father reached for the pen, his hand trembling, I stood up and blocked his path.

Dont sign it, I said, my voice firm. She has no money to give you. I will personally cover all of your childs medical expensesevery treatment, every surgery, for as long as it takes.

The couple stared at me, bewildered. Audrey shot me a furious glare.

What nonsense are you spouting? This card, she brandished the Amex, can handle two million, ten million, whatever I want, in an instant.

A teacher grabbed my arm, frowning. Youre not just refusing the money for yourself, now youre interfering with others. Theyre being much more sensible than you.

My eyes were like ice, but a slow, cold smile touched my lips. So confident, are we?

I turned and took the other parents hands in mine. Looking at their grief-stricken faces, my own tears finally fell. We are all just parents, wanting to protect our children.

Ask her to run the card right now, I whispered to them. If she cant, it means shes lying.

The couple squeezed my hands back, their sorrow momentarily replaced by a flicker of resolve. They nodded.

The academys finance officer was quickly summoned with a POS terminal. We can process the payment now, and the school will transfer the funds directly to the parents accounts.

Audrey held her head high, swiping the black card with a flourish.

A mechanical female voice announced, CARD DISABLED.