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Susan slammed the door. Gary trembled, his
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face ashen. He reacted more strongly to
Susan’s silence than he had to me flipping
the table. That’s when my heart truly died.
I pointed at Gary. “Gary, there’s no point in
explaining. If you’re done with me, let’s get a
divorce.”
Gary looked back. “You really want a
divorce?”
“Of course. And I want half of everything you
own!”
Gary’s face paled.
Susan, unable to remain silent, opened the
door. “Molly, you can get a divorce, but you’re
not getting any of the money. How will Chloe
and I survive if you take everything?”
I said, “How you survive is your problem.”
Before Susan could retort, Gary said, “Molly,
you can’t be so heartless. Susan and Chloe
have nothing! If we don’t take care of them,
how will they live?”
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I laughed again. “Gary, stop playing the saint.”
“Even if I was Susan’s mother, and raised her,
she should be able to support herself!”
“I raised Lily in the country on $300 a month.
Why can’t she?”
Silence fell again. Gary looked at Susan.
“Susan, what’s going on? I gave you all my
money to manage, didn’t I? Wasn’t I supposed
to be sending Molly $3000 a month?”
That’s when I realized that Susan had control
of all of Gary’s money. And she’d stolen from
me, reducing my allowance by ten times!
Susan’s face was red, she stammered, unable
to speak. Gary’s face was ashen. “Susan, I’ve
done everything for you. I haven’t wronged
you at all! But you… you treated my wife and
child this way?”
