After years in a marriage dominated by Mike’s obsession with wealth and appearances, I quietly agreed to give him everything in the divorce. While he gloated over his “win,” I kept a calm smile, knowing my real plan was just beginning.
Leaving the lawyer’s office, I wore a defeated look, shoulders slumped as the rain poured down. Yet, when I glimpsed my reflection, a faint smile appeared; my mind was already focused on what was to come.
Just weeks before, I was trapped in a marriage that felt like a constant show, where Mike was fixated on flaunting the “finer things.” To him, life was all about luxury cars, a mansion that outshined our neighbors, and clothes meant to impress others. I played the role of the “adoring wife” for too long. When his demands for the house, car, and savings in the divorce came, I merely shrugged and agreed. My lawyer looked surprised, but I just gave her a knowing smile. Mike could have his trophies—I was setting my own plan in motion.
The day after signing, Mike’s call came, filled with confusion and anger.
“What did you do?” he demanded.
“Oh, Mike,” I replied calmly, grinning. “Enjoying the perks of ‘winning’?”