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Howard spent three years trying to win me back. He
sent our sons to persuade me.
I just laughed. “You two can’t even manage your own love lives, and you have the nerve to give me advice?
Go win back your own wives, then you can lecture
me about family harmony.”
Six months ago, Olivia messaged me: 【Mom, I’m tired of the groveling. I’m out. See you when I see
you.】
Maya followed suit:
【Mom, I’ve had my fun, too.
Time to go. See you around.】
I asked them where they were going, if they had enough money, if they needed me to transfer some.
Olivia: 【We’re good! I managed to get a lot more out
of Adrian these last couple of years. I’m set for life. Hehe, you’re not mad, are you, Mom?)
I had long since started thinking of my daughters–in- law as my real daughters, and my sons as worthless
sons–in–law.
Me:
【Since he refuses to divorce you, my son’s mon- ey is your money. Who else should he spend it on?】
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Maya: 【Jack is still being stubborn about the divorce, so I have to keep running. Olivia and I are going to travel the world. No fixed address, so don’t try to find us.】
“Alright,” I replied. “Come visit me when you’re done playing.”
After that, my two daughters–in–law vanished again. Occasionally, I would receive postcards from all over the world. They were unsigned, but I knew who they were from.
But I couldn’t run, and I had no intention of running.
I had already filed for divorce in court. The legal batt- le lasted three years, but it was finally over. The cou- rt ruled that our marriage was irretrievably broken and granted the divorce. I also got half of our marital assets. I made a fortune.
In the courtroom, Howard was so distraught he faint- ed on the spot.
My sons begged me to look at him, to not upset him further.
I just smiled, turned, and walked away.
Outside the courthouse, the sun was bright. My han- dsome young assistant and my driver were waiting for me by the car.
I was fifty–eight years old now.
Still twelve years younger than seventy. Time had been good to me, and I had no intention of wasting another second of it.
[The End]
