Charles's stomach dropped as the reality of his situation hit him like a freight train.
For years, he'd been spinning elaborate lies to his mother, bragging about his supposed success as a director and the money rolling in. The truth was a hell of a lot more embarrassing.
His acting career had crashed and burned, and now he was too washed up and out of shape to compete with Hollywood's fresh-faced newcomers. These young actors had connections and backing—everything he lacked to snag even the smallest roles.
So he'd been living off Grace's earnings, spoiling his mother with her money while keeping his pathetic secret buried.
"Ha! What a worthless loser," Amara sneered, rolling her eyes. "You're completely useless, Charles. What's your brilliant plan now? You realize Grace's gonna cut off our credit cards, don't you?"
She smirked coldly. "You're jobless, and let's face it—nobody's hiring you anytime soon. So what exactly are you gonna do?"
Charles's throat went dry.
