“Freeze your accounts,” Veronica said firmly. “If he drained one, he might go after the others.”
I spent the next morning locking down every shared account we had, ensuring Charles couldn’t touch another dime. Then came the big move—I filed for divorce.
My lawyer assured me that his extravagant spending and infidelity would weigh heavily in my favor. Meanwhile, Veronica delivered her own brand of justice. When Charles strutted into the office that Monday, she was waiting.
“You’re fired,” she said coldly. “What?” he stammered. “I don’t tolerate liars,” she snapped.
“Pack your things.”
By the end of the day, Charles’ reputation was in tatters. Word spread like wildfire through his professional network. No one wanted to work with a man who betrayed his wife and tried to manipulate his boss.
Charles’ empire of lies crumbled around him. And for me? I stood amid the wreckage, ready to rebuild—this time, without him.
Charles didn’t take the fall gracefully. When he found out I had sold his precious Porsche at auction, he called me, his voice brimming with rage. “You had no right!” he bellowed.
“That car was mine!”
“Oh, Charles,” I said, savoring every word. “You mean the car you bought with our money? The money meant for Eva’s future?
It’s back where it belongs—her college fund.”
“You’re vindictive,” he spat. “You’re ruining my life!”
I laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. “I’m ruining your life?
That’s rich coming from a man who drained our savings, betrayed our family, and thought he could charm his way to the top with a shiny car and lies. Look around, Charles. You did this to yourself.”
The line went silent for a moment, and I could almost hear him pacing in that cramped little apartment he’d moved into.
No more sprawling suburban home, no more luxury. Just four walls and the harsh reality of his choices. “Do you think this makes you better than me?” he finally said, his voice quieter but no less venomous.
“I don’t think I’m better,” I replied, my tone even. “I know I am. And so are our kids.”
Eva’s fund was back where it belonged, and for the first time in weeks, I felt a weight lift from my chest.
The best part? Veronica and I stayed in touch. She occasionally sent me updates about Charles’ pathetic attempts to claw his way back into the corporate world.
No one wanted him. His name had become synonymous with failure and deceit. The last time we spoke, she chuckled and said, “You know, Emma, Charles thought he was playing the game.
Turns out, we were better players.”
I smiled, imagining Charles stewing in his misery. “Poetic, isn’t it?”
And with that, I hung up, my future finally free of him. Source: amomama
