We were through.
Her money was my money, and she had no right
to flaunt it like this.
I called a lawyer, drafted divorce papers, and
sent them to him. Just as I expected, the phone
rang, and he yelled at me.
I tried to hang up, but Tiffany grabbed the
phone. Her voice was sweet and innocent, like I
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“Mark had a little too much to drink, and he
won’t leave me alone. Rainey, can you come get him?”
I could hear people laughing in the background.
He had alcohol allergies and a bad liver; he couldn’t be drinking like this.
I had no choice. I drove over to the house and
pushed open the door to find Mark standing in the middle of the room, slurring his words and
waving a beer.
“My Tiffany’s having a baby, and I’m the baby
daddy! Today, the drinks are on me!”
His buddies cheered, treating him like a god.
When they saw me, everyone shut up, looking
awkward.
Theld out the divorce naners hut Mark didn’t
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I held out the divorce papers, but Mark didn’t even glance at them.
“Fifteen hundred dollars month is too much
for you to handle, I should be paying you even less! Do you really think you can divorce me?”
He burped, face red.
“Divorce me, and you’ll starve.”
I stared at the man in front of me, filled with
disappointment.
Before we got married, I made more money
than him, and I quit my job to raise his ego.
My love had made him blind.
“Be a man and sign the papers. Otherwise,
Tiffany’s kid will be a bastard, and you’ll have
that on your conscience forever.”
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Tiffany’s face changed, and she almost
screamed at me, but she held back.
Mark’s face darkened.
He angrily grabbed the papers and signed his
name with a flourish.
“You think you can threaten me with my kid?
You’re crazy! One day, you’ll come crawling
back!”
I just smirked, tucking the papers into my purse.
Then I saw it. Mark’s skin was breaking out in a
rash, covered in red blotches.
He collapsed to the floor, out cold.
“I forgot to mention, he has a deadly alcohol
allergy.”
Tiffany shrieked, and the room erupted in
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I calmly walked out, clutching the divorce
papers.
I heard Mark was rushed to the hospital,
fighting for his life.
Meanwhile, I was packing my bags.
It was a joke how little stuff I had in that apartment.
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After packing up Princess and my clothes, I rented a sunny apartment and started looking for a job.
I gave up my old lifestyle to save Mark money.
Now it was time to live for myself.
Tiffany blew up my phone, demanding I come to
the hospital to be her personal maid.
My mother–in–law was also calling, screaming
about how I was being dramatic and should
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have stopped Mark from drinking.
I blocked them all.
The next morning, I went to the office where I
had an interview. Because of my previous
experience, I got a job as a regional sales
manager.
If I could make a big sale in the first month, it
would be a great opportunity to get promoted.
I tossed out the frumpy clothes and started
taking care of myself like I used to.
I was getting along great with my new
coworkers.
But then, I saw Mark standing in front of the
display case.
He glared at me, checking me out with a sneer.
“Wow I thought would ho daina hatter than thin
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“Wow, I thought you’d be doing better than this, Rainey. Selling products? Really?”
Tiffany, now visibly pregnant, was dripping with contempt.
She was wearing designer clothes, looking like
a spoiled princess.
I wasn’t going to refuse the sale, so I started talking to her normally, completely ignoring the past.
My coworkers were shocked to hear about the affair.
Mark walked around, pointing out the most expensive products.
Just when I thought he was going to buy them
all, he said,
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“Nevermind.”
The store manager was shocked.
