One thing they taught me: Forgiveness is left to God, and my job is to send them to God.
On our third wedding anniversary, my husband came home with his pregnant girlfriend and purged me out of the house.
He didn't know that the faded necklace around my neck was the ultimate secret key to the Swiss bank's vault.
He didn't even know that the company he emptied out was just a drop in the bucket of my parents' inheritance.
When I showed my 100-ton gold warrant, my whole family knelt down and begged for reconciliation.
I smiled and turned on the projector: "Look at this first -"
What was playing on the screen was the entire process of the three of them conspiring to fake my parents' car accident.
