When I showed Peter the document, he turned white. All his scheming had backfired. If we stayed married, the money would go to charity. If we divorced, I’d get everything. We filed for divorce quietly, and soon after, I claimed my inheritance.
I moved into Mom’s house, renovated it, and took the solo vacations I used to only dream about. Peter thought he hit the jackpot but my brilliant mother made sure the only prize he got was nothing at all. Thanks, Mom. You saw the truth before I did and you saved me.