I once thought I was lucky to have Jason. He came into my life when everything seemed perfect—good job, a nice apartment, and my son Jamie. He was handsome, charming, and homeless. I believed in him, helped him get a job, and a year later, he proposed.
But when I stopped working, things changed. Jason started criticizing Jamie and always claimed there was no money. I began working as a taxi driver at night while Jason was “away on business.” One night, I discovered Jason with his mistress in my cab. They were planning a fake engagement for a house from her parents.
I confronted Jason at a party he was attending with Ashley, his mistress. I brought Jamie, told Ashley’s parents the truth, and revealed Jason’s plan to take my inheritance. I left him with nothing but excuses.
Three months later, during the divorce, I got everything with help from Ashley’s parents and my taxi driving job. I moved with my mother to a peaceful coastal home. Peace, I realized, was the true luxury.
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