A rich older woman kept my husband.
When I found out, I nearly laughed out loud.
What a great deal!
He used her money to support me, and I used his money to raise our child. On the surface, I was the poor, cheated-on wife. In reality, I'd already calculated every last account.
Later, he used the rich woman's money to find himself several pretty young women, and even had a son with the fourth one.
My mother-in-law posted photos of the baby's one-month celebration on her social media, smiling like she'd won the lottery.
I smiled too.
I liked every post, then sent all the evidence I'd collected over the years to the rich woman's husband, neatly organized.
He was sentenced to twenty years for fraud.
When I visited him in prison, he asked if I hated him.
I smiled and shook my head. "Thank you for teaching me over twenty years that money is more reliable than love."
(This story is based on real events. Sometimes reality is even more outrageous and illogical than fiction.)
The first love is always simple