The final divorce papers were signed before the end of the summer.

He ended up in a much lower position at a small, struggling beverage warehouse in a quiet town in Ohio.

Cynthia had to vacate the luxury apartment he’d been paying for with my company’s money and move into a cramped space with her older sister in a modest suburb.

All of her local friends—the ones who kept loudly insisting I lived off her son’s imaginary wealth—ended up learning the full truth about the entire scandal.

I kept my beautiful house, my thriving business, and my absolute peace of mind.

The very last time I saw Cynthia was right outside the county courthouse after our final hearing.

She clearly wanted to say something nasty to me, but she looked at the thick legal folder clutched tightly in my hands and quickly swallowed her bitter words.