I set the villa on fire in a fit of anger. The fire wasn't big and was quickly extinguished, but Dwayne filed a lawsuit against me for arson.
He gave me two choices, divorce or go to jail.
I also gave him two choices, die, or face utter disgrace.
He was a law professor who had been upright for half of his life. The last thing he couldn't let go of most was his scholarly integrity.
I could accept him leaving me over personal issues between us, but I couldn’t accept him spending my hard-earned money to have a fling with his mistress.
And then he turned around and despised me for being vulgar and materialistic.
The argument got so intense that both our parents came and calmed us down.
When both our parents asked me why I was arguing, with tears streaming down their faces, I couldn't even answer.
How could I bring it up?
The girl I raised on my own turned out to be a bitch. And my husband, whom I had loved for many years, wanted to divorce me for this bitch.
I couldn't utter a single word.
Just thinking about it made me feel nauseous.
It was my mother, Eleanor Ridley, who caught a glimpse of the intimacy between Dwayne and Sienna.