Then he shook off the guards and dropped to his knees with a heavy thud.
He crawled toward me, sobbing. "Baby, you finally came back! I missed you so much!"
I stepped back, pulling free of his grasp. "Clement, we're divorced."
He acted like he hadn't heard a word, shamelessly pressing on. "No, we're not divorced. Please don't leave me, baby."
I kicked him away. "Clement, stop. This is pathetic."
Something I said must have set him off. He shot to his feet, face flushed crimson, eyes bulging with rage. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
"Zelda, I knew it—you're a scheming bitch. You deliberately hid that your mom won the lottery. You were afraid I'd spend your family's money. You wanted this divorce all along, didn't you?"
His conviction was almost laughable.
"Afraid you'd spend my family's money? As if you haven't already?"
The house we lived in? My parents bought it. His salary was three thousand a month, yet he was always promising he'd be rich someday, convinced he was a diamond in the rough.
He wasn't even like those typical gold-diggers you read about online.