For fifteen years, my wife Sarah' s complaints were the soundtrack of my life.
"Eight thousand dollars," she' d whine, always about the paltry dowry my mother gave us.
It was a constant, low-level hum, punctuated by her rants about her cousin Jessica' s lavish gifts and exotic vacations.
Tonight, after a call with Jessica, it escalated.
"Hawaii again," she fumed, eyes burning with a strange, calculating fire.
Then, the unthinkable: "What if we get divorced?"
A fake divorce, she clarified, a scheme to extort money from my mother.
She envisioned millions, and my mother' s precious jewelry.
I stared at her, stunned by the audacity, the naked greed.
My phone buzzed.
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