“Because they are!”

Normal.

That was what I wanted most.

Not Grant ruined.

Not me triumphant.

Our daughter leaving for college with two imperfect parents carrying boxes.

EPILOGUE — WHAT I ACTUALLY TOOK AWAY

For years, people told the story incorrectly.

They liked the version where I sat beside my dying daughter, saw a photograph of my husband with his mistress, tapped one button, and destroyed him.

Rich wife revenge.