The man who'd sworn he loved me—the moment he thought his mother had won the lottery, his first instinct was to divorce me.
Fine. If that's what you want.
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"Okay."
He was so thrilled to be rid of me that he forgot to hang up.
And just like that, he started flirting with his coworker right there on the line.
I heard him do something that made her squeal.
Her syrupy voice floated through the speaker: "Oh, stop it! Your mom just won fifty million—you're going to be a multimillionaire! You'd better not forget about me."
Clement's voice dripped with smug satisfaction. "Of course not. Now that I've dumped that worn-out hag, you'll be the lady of the James household."
"Wow, babe! Your mom is so lucky. She's got great taste."
"Obviously," he preened. "My mother's always been sharp—nothing like that annoying old bat who raised Zelda."
The irony was suffocating. We weren't even divorced yet, and his mistress was already calling him "babe."
And that "annoying old bat" he was mocking? Just moments ago, she'd been talking about buying him a car.