I moved to Spain seven years ago. I packed up, sold the family home in
Bromley for two million quid and took off with the wife and kids. Told
everyone I’d pulled off the ‘deal of the century!’
I used to joke I’d swapped Costa Coffee for the Costa del
Sol. I had money in the bank, my own
pool and a beer in hand for every day of the rest of my life.
So how is it I now find
myself sitting in the darkness of my car outside a South London housing block waiting
for a pick up?
I said we should spend £750k on a few two-beds to rent out
but the wife didn’t want the hassle. I
didn’t put up too much of a fight. After
23 years slogging away in the City didn’t I deserve a bit of the easy life?
Today is day 89 of 100
that I’ve worked straight. Kipping on my
mum’s sofa at night staring at the ceiling wondering where it all went wrong
For a couple of years life was a dream. Nothing more taxing than the doing the school
run twice a day. It was clean, it was
hot and after a few months it became a little dull. It was everything I’d hoped for.
And then I met Danny.
He was a friend-of-a-friend.
I can’t work out who
I’m angry at more. Him or me? What a fool I’ve been.
Danny is in prison now.
My mistake was to be greedy and lazy. The first thing
had seen me do well in the City. The
second thing, well what can I say? I
thought Danny would make me more money than I was capable of and without me
having to do anything.
I nearly invested all of it.
Way too much. Seven figures. And then the call came.
Fraud
He was a fraud. By
the time the police got involved the money was just about gone. Lawyers took the rest.
How did I fall for it?
Well to be fair he went that extra distance to cover it up. Even now I can’t believe the lies and the front. He met my wife, my kids he stayed at my
house. When my parents were ill he
called. And all the time he knew he was
destroying my life.
Six years. He’ll be out next year. If I saw him now and
I had a gun I’d kill him.
The kids say I’ve changed.
I can’t get over it.
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