Jonathan Miller was an arrogant businessman. Five years ago, he drove away his first wife, Emma Miller.
Why? Because Emma was “too simple.” She didn’t know how to dress up, had no social life, and was “just a housewife.” Jonathan got bored. He wanted a “trophy wife” he could show off to his business partners.
“Get out!” Jonathan had shouted back then. “You’re useless! You didn’t contribute anything to my success! Go find somewhere else to live!”
Emma left in tears, carrying her belongings in a garbage bag. What Jonathan didn’t know that night was that Emma was pregnant.
Five Years Later
Jonathan had grown even richer. And now, he was about to marry Vanessa Collins — a fashion model and the daughter of a U.S. senator. This was his dream wedding.
Out of pure arrogance, Jonathan decided to send Emma an invitation. He found her address in a small apartment in rural Ohio.
To Emma,
Come to my wedding. I want you to see how beautiful the life is that you threw away.
Wear your best dress (if you even have one).
Food is on me.
He simply wanted to rub it in her face:
Look at me now… and look at yourself.