They taught me one thing: forgiveness is for God. My job is to send them to meet Him.
On our third wedding anniversary, my husband brought home my pregnant best friend and kicked me out with nothing.
He didn’t know that the faded necklace around my neck was the master key to a Swiss bank vault.
He also didn’t know that the company he had drained was barely a fraction of my parents’ inheritance.
When I showed them the certificate for a hundred tons of gold, the whole family knelt and begged me to take him back.
I smiled and switched on the projector. “Let’s start with this...”
The screen showed the three of them plotting to fake the car accident that killed my parents.
