Right after the divorce, my husband hugged his mistress and mocked her: “Now you’re just an old rag!” But 5 minutes later, 10 Rolls-Royces arrived and someone shouted: “Get in the car, ma’am!” The surprise was total, the end of it all came quickly.

In that instant I saw him because Gavin, the man who had been my husband until a few minutes ago, was leaning against an old motorcycle. He had his arm wrapped around the waist of another woman named Penelope who wore a tight scarlet dress and a provocative smile.

They weren’t trying to hide but seemed to be waiting for me on purpose to deliver the final blow. Gavin pulled Penelope even closer and gave her a light kiss on the lips while looking at me with eyes full of mockery.

“How are things, Audrey? It must be a relief for you since you no longer have to live off my money,” Gavin said with a cruel smirk. I felt a lump in my throat and fought to keep my voice from trembling as I asked him how he could say that after I spent three years supporting us.

Penelope pursed her lips and spoke with a sickeningly sweet voice. “Oh honey, just stop it because Gavin fed you and clothed you while you acted like a parasite, so you should really know your place now.”