After the divorce, my ex-mother-in-law brought the whole family to laugh at my poverty, but when they crossed my private gate they understood too late: “The garbage is collected today, leave,” and their empire fell before them all that very night.
For years, I had looked the other way when Lydia went through my private belongings or when Dominic told his friends at cocktail parties that I was just a charity project he had taken on.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime and I turned around to face them one last time before I stepped inside to leave that miserable chapter of my life behind.
“You are actually right about one thing because a single month is more than enough time to find out who can truly survive without the other,” I said with a calm voice that didn’t tremble.
Dominic burst out into a loud, mocking laugh that echoed through the marble hallway while his cousins joined in with their own snide remarks and whispers.
“Are you planning to become a motivational speaker now that you have no husband to pay for your lifestyle?” he asked while he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.
