When Jeremy found out about the sale, he was furious. “That’s our family home!” he screamed over the phone.
“It was my home, and now it’s someone else’s,” I replied.
He tried to come to my parents’ house with flowers and apologies, even getting down on one knee in the driveway. “I made a mistake, Monica, please come back to me,” he begged.
I looked at the fruit basket he brought and then at the folder of evidence Sarah had compiled. “Who is Jennifer, Jeremy?” I asked.
He turned pale and realized I knew about the woman he had been seeing. Henrietta tried to jump in and defend him.
“Men make mistakes, but a good wife looks the other way for the sake of the family,” she said.
“A good wife doesn’t let her husband and mother-in-law treat her like trash,” I countered.
The divorce was finalized six months later. I was granted the majority of the assets and sole physical custody of Leo.
Jeremy ended up living in a small studio with his mother, struggling to pay the debts he had racked up while trying to impress his girlfriend. Henrietta’s health actually did decline, and she spent her days complaining to anyone who would listen.