If that wasn’t enough, he smugly informed me he’d booked a trip to Mexico, entirely funded by our joint account.
The divorce? No surprise—I’d known for a while he was sneaking around with a younger woman, but I clung to familiarity, even if it meant pretending not to notice him slipping away.
But this final act—leaving with our savings and hurling insults—sparked a fury in me I hadn’t known I possessed. So, I crafted a revenge plan that soon had John knocking on my door, pleading to come back
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