She Tossed My Son’s Christmas Gift Onto the Floor and Laughed. I Just Smiled. By Morning, Her Card Was Canceled, the BMW Was Gone, and Her Luxury Life Was No Longer My Responsibility.
The pocket watch hit the hardwood floor with a sound that seemed to echo through every corner of my dining room—a dull, final thud that silenced twenty-two people mid-conversation. I stared at the blue velvet box lying open beside it, the satin interior now empty, and felt something crack inside my chest that had nothing…