Their Tears, My Sweet Revenge

le and a prescription for painkillers. My flight was

ut I wanted to see it one last time. As I limped through the lobby, I noticed the strange l

empty. My entire team, the people I had h

asked a junior anal

y fired everyone on your team. Said they needed a fresh start." He lowered his voic

aughing, his arm draped possessively over her shoulder. She was holding a

, my entire contribution to this company meant nothing. I turned around and threw the res

se. I went to the small, private villa on the property where

d when she saw me. The bruise on my cheek, my

"Oh, Olivia. My poor, dear chi

told her everything. The rejection, the birthday party, the

ing from sorrow to a cold, hard an

nds clenched into fists. "I raised tw

ll safe hidden behind a painti

a substantial amount, more money than I had ever seen. "A wed

d, my voice thick with emotion for

rk and David stormed in, their faces red with f

shouted, his eyes wild. "You' re lying! Y

towards me. "We' ll pay him off! You'

nt to play her part.

u told me you were leaving to find yourself. You said you were hap

broke. The sight of her sons' delusion

ling finger at the door. "All of you! Get out of my house! You have broken

shocked into silence. They had never

eyes full of tears. "Go, Oliv

orrow and relief. As I was about to step out, David, i

here until you apologize

. I cried out as I fell, my injured ankle twisting

voice dripping with false concern. "Olivia, pl

is face a mask of pure

y cruelty they had inflicted upon me. The twenty years of shared hi

r," I

aised his foot and stomped d

le. The pain was b

on fly at her son, slapping him across the

dragging my broken ankle behind me. I pulled myself into

on my social media. It was my hand, holding a brand new marriage certificate. Beside it was

simple: "Mrs. O

were already flooding my inbox with franti